|ACT I SCENE V
|Court before the same.
|[Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and Fool]
|Go you before to Gloucester with these letters.
|Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you
|know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
|If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.
|I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered
|If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in
|danger of kibes?
|Then, I prithee, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er go
|Ha, ha, ha!
|Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly;
|for though she's as like this as a crab's like an
|apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
|Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
|She will taste as like this as a crab does to a
|crab. Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i'
|the middle on's face?
|Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that
|what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
|I did her wrong--
|Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
|Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
|Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his
|daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
|I will forget my nature. So kind a father! Be my
|Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the
|seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
|Because they are not eight?
|Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.
|To take 't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!
|If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten
|for being old before thy time.
|Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst
|O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven
|Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
|How now! are the horses ready?
|Ready, my lord.
|She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,
|Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.