Pas. Listen, I pray thee now, to reason’s voice:—
Were it not strange, if thou alone shouldst ’scape
The numerous ills and buffets of the world?
Fool. I’troth, thou hast wisely spoken.
Pas. Dost think so, my good Fool?
Fool. Marry, ay, do I: an I’ll tell thee why; thy speech hath not wearied the Fool; therefore, ’tis a wise speech.
Pas. Thou’rt, then, a judge?
Fool. Ay, and a righteous one, too: dost mark me? ’tis your Fool alone will make a true report.
Pas. I understand thee not.
Fool. The more’s the pity. He that doth, or well speak, or write, will be praised by fools only: for look ye: envy doth sting those that have knowledge, and makes them fear lest their wise heads should be outwitted; therefore, again, ’tis your Fool alone that is your upright judge; cause, forsooth, his brains are not in plenty; but, those which he hath are at’s own disposal.