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Than two tens to a score.

KENT
This is nothing, Fool.

FOOL
Then ’tis like the breath of an unfee’d lawyer; you [125] gave me nothing
for’t. Can you make no use of nothing, Nuncle?

LEAR
Why no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing.

FOOL
(to Kent) Prithee, tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to: he will not

believe a Fool. [130]

LEAR
A bitter Fool!

FOOL
Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter Fool and a sweet
one?

LEAR
No, lad; teach me.

FOOL
That lord that counsell’d thee [135]

To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me,
Do thou for him stand:
The sweet and bitter fool

Will presently appear; [140]
The one in motley here,
The other found out there.

LEAR