030 My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
[031] That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
[034] A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.
035 Duke S. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit