Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Clo. The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
In King Lear.
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 counselled 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.