KENT.
This is nothing, fool.
FOOL.
Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer, — you 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] Pr'ythee tell him, so much the rent of his land
comes to: he will not believe a fool.
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
To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me, —
Do thou for him stand:
The sweet and bitter fool
Will presently appear;
The one in motley here,
The other found out there.
LEAR.
Dost thou call me fool, boy?
FOOL.
All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born
with.
KENT.
This is not altogether fool, my lord.
FOOL.
No, faith; lords and great men will not let me: if I had a
monopoly out, they would have part on't and loads too: they
will not let me have all the fool to myself; they'll be
snatching. — Nuncle, give me an egg, and I'll give thee two
crowns.
LEAR.
What two crowns shall they be?
