Page 1363 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

O, let me have your company
Till I come to the sound-a.
There was three fools fell out about an owlet;
[she sings]

The one he said it was an owl,
The other he said nay; [70]
The third he said it was a hawk,
And her bells were cut away.

THIRD COUNTRYMAN

There’s a dainty madwoman, master,
Comes i’th’nick, as mad as a March hare.
If we can get her dance, we are made again; [75]
I warrant her, she’ll do the rarest gambols.

FIRST COUNTRYMAN
A madwoman? We are made, boys!

SCHOOLMASTER
And are you mad, good woman?

DAUGHTER
I would be sorry else.
Give me your hand.

SCHOOLMASTER
Why?

DAUGHTER
I can tell your fortune.
You are a fool. Tell ten; I have posed him. Buzz! [80]

Friend, you must eat no white bread; if you do,
Your teeth will bleed extremely. Shall we dance, ho?
I know you, you’re a tinker; sirrah tinker,
Stop no more holes but what you should.

SCHOOLMASTER