Fool. That he may be able to put the best leg foremost, when there's occasion.
Vil. And you had occasion enough, last night.
Fool. Truly, had I; and thus came I to your cottage; where I slept on a bare board all night.
Vil. Ah! Heaven knows my lodging is poor enough! but such as it is, you are welcome.
Fool. Nay, I quarrel not with the lodging; I only complain of the board—and now wouldst thou know my story.
Vil. I would willingly hear of the battle that was lost.
Fool. Then pr'ythee, ask of those that found it: but, come, I'll e'en tell thee how it was.——Thou hast a wife?
Vil. Yes, forsooth;—that was my old dame you saw at home.
Fool. Keep her there; for nature plainly intended her for a homely woman—Didst ever quarrel with her before marriage?
Vil. Never.