ACT III.
SCENE I.
A Village, on the Skirts of the Forest.
Enter Fool and a Villager.
Vil. Tell me, good fellow, now, I pr'ythee—
Fool. But wilt thou lend an ear to my tale?
Vil. That will I; all the ears I am worth.
Fool. Then need not I tell the story:—for, if thou lend'st all thy ears, then thou'lt have none left to hear it.—Wast ever in a battle, old boy?
Vil. No, truly!