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342 I cannot tell the, Boy, let me get it looked at.

[Pickle Herring, holding up the glass, says

Is this it, Father?

[The Fool, looking ronud, says

Why, I protest, Pickle Herring, the very same Thing; but what might thou call this very pretty Thing?

What might you call it? You are older than I am.

How can that be, Boy, when I was born before you?

That is the reason that makes you older.

Well, what dost thou call this very pretty Thing?

Why, I call it a fine large looking Glass.

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.

You see, and you see; and what do you see?

Marry, e'en a fool, just like the.

It is only your own face in the Glass.

Why, a Fool may be mistain sometimes, Pickle Herring; but what might this fine large looking Glass cost the?

That fine large looking Glass cost me a Guinea.

A Guinea, Boy, why I could have bought as good a one at my own Door for three half-pence.

Why Fools and Cuckolds has always the best luck.

That is as much to say thy Father is one.

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