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    Posted on April 23rd, 2009sherryPoets

    from As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII:

    JAQUES:
    A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ the forest,
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun,
    And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms,
    In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
    ‘Good morrow, fool,’ quoth I. ‘No, sir,’ quoth he,
    ‘Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:’
    And then he drew a dial from his poke,
    And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
    Says very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock:
    Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags:
    ‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
    And after one hour more ’twill be eleven;
    And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
    And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
    And thereby hangs a tale.’ When I did hear
    The motley fool thus moral on the time,
    My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
    That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
    And I did laugh sans intermission
    An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
    A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.

    DUKE SENIOR:
    What fool is this?

    JAQUES:
    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
    After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
    With observation, the which he vents
    In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
    I am ambitious for a motley coat.

    DUKE SENIOR:
    Thou shalt have one.

    JAQUES:
    It is my only suit;
    Provided that you weed your better judgments
    Of all opinion that grows rank in them
    That I am wise. I must have liberty
    Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
    To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
    And they that are most galled with my folly,
    They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
    The ‘why’ is plain as way to parish church:
    He that a fool doth very wisely hit
    Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
    Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
    The wise man’s folly is anatomized
    Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
    Invest me in my motley; give me leave
    To speak my mind, and I will through and through
    Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
    If they will patiently receive my medicine.

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