Lear.
Why?

Fool.
Why, to put's head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and
leave his horns without a case.

Lear.
I will forget my nature. So kind a father!--Be my horses ready?

Fool.
Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars are
no more than seven is a pretty reason.

Lear.
Because they are not eight?

Fool.
Yes indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.

Lear.
To tak't again perforce!--Monster ingratitude!

Fool.
If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being
old before thy time.

Lear.
How's that?