"Alack!" sighed the jester, "death shall take him over soon, as thou dost say—and there's the pity on't!"
"Soon, Fool—soon? Now out upon thee for a fool ingrain—"
"Forsooth, sweet lord, fool am I—mark these bells! Yet thou art a greater!"
"How, sirrah?"
"In that thou art a greater man, fair, sweet lord; greater in might, greater in body, and greater in folly."
"Ha, would'st mock me, knave?"
"For perceive me, fair and gentle lord, as this base body of ours being altogether thing material is also thing corruptible, so is it also a thing finite, and as it is a thing finite so are its sensations, be they of pleasure or pain, finite also—therefore soon must end. Now upon the other hand—"
"How now? What babbling folly is here?"
"As I say, most potent lord, upon the other hand—as the mind, being altogether thing transcendental, is also thing incorruptible, so is it also a thing infinite, and being a thing infinite so are its sensations infinite also—therefore everlasting."
"Ha, there's reason in thy folly, methinks. What more?"