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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 anatomiz'd  Even by the squand'ring 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 th' infected world,  If they will patiently receive my medicine.

It Is My Only Suit

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