Fool. I cannot tell the, Boy, let me get it looked at.
Is this it, Father?
Why, I protest, Pickle Herring, the very same Thing; but what might thou call this very pretty Thing?
Pickle Herring. What might you call it? You are older than I am.
Fool. How can that be, Boy, when I was born before you?
Pickle Herring. That is the reason that makes you older.
Fool. Well, what dost thou call this very pretty Thing?
Pickle Herring. Why, I call it a fine large looking Glass.
Fool. Let me see what I can see in this fine large looking Glass; here's a hole through it, I see; I see, and I see.
Pickle Herring. You see, and you see; and what do you see?
Fool. Marry, e'en a fool, just like the.
Pickle Herring. It is only your own face in the Glass.
Fool. Why, a Fool may be mistain sometimes, Pickle Herring; but what might this fine large looking Glass cost the?
Pickle Herring. That fine large looking Glass cost me a Guinea.
Fool. A Guinea, Boy, why I could have bought as good a one at my own Door for three half-pence.
Pickle Herring. Why Fools and Cuckolds has always the best luck.
Fool. That is as much to say thy Father is one.
Pickle Herring. Why, you pass for one.
[The Fool, keeping the Glass all the while in his Hands, says
Why was thou such a Ninnie, Boy, to go to ware a Guinea, to look for thy Beauty where it never was, but I will shew the. Boy, how foolish thou hast wared a deal of good money.
[Then the Fool flings the Glass upon the floor, jumps upon it; then the dancers, every one
