Wise Man
Pardon me, Fool,
I had forgotten who I spoke to.
Well, there are your four pennies—Fool you are called,
And all day long they cry, 'Come hither, Fool.'
[The Fool goes close to him.
Or else it's, 'Fool, be gone.'
[The Fool goes further off.
Or, 'Fool, stand there.'
[The Fool straightens himself up.