Nym. True, the maids at seventeen fill it.
Don. Fill it, quoth you; alas! we have very few, and these we were fain to take up in the country too.
Herc. But what philosophers ha’ ye?
Don. O, very strange fellows: one knows nothing; dares not aver he lives, goes, sees, feels.
Nym. A most insensible philosopher.
Don. Another, that there is no present time, and that one man to-day and to-morrow is not the same man; so that he that yesterday owed money, to-day owes none, because he is not the same man. 242
Herod. Would that philosophy[241] would hold good in law!
Herc. But why has the duke thus labour’d to have all the fools shipp’d out of his dominions?
Don. Marry, because he would play the fool himself alone, without any rival.
Herc. Ware your breech, fool.