Fool—The civic equivalent of a helmet and plume.
S.—Go “hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs.”
F.—’Tis only wisdom should be bound in calf, for wisdom is the veal of which folly is the matured beef.
S.—Then folly should be garbed in cowskin.
F.—Aye, that it may the sooner appear for what it is—the naked truth.
S.—How should it?
F.—You would soon strip off the hide to make harness and trappings withal. No one thinks what conquerors owe to cows.
Fool—Tell me, hero, what is strategy?
Soldier—The art of putting two knives to one throat.