Dagonet. I think on thee Sir King, and I think on poor Dagonet.
And I say, Lord have mercy upon us!
Arthur. A pious wish, Sir fool, but why pitiest thou me?
Dagonet. For thy poverty, Sire?
Arthur. Why poverty, fool?
Dagonet. Yea King, thou hast a crown, thou hast wealth,
And power and lands, and yet thou lackest
The cheapest commodity i’ the whole world.
Arthur. And what be that, fool?
Dagonet. (Going out.) Sunshine, Sir King, that be the cheapest commodity.