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Pillochio: Thou art a fool, but know’st it not:
Thy hawkish overestimations
Of thine own gamish acme
Are scrap’d thinly across thy loaf
As a portion from a dosshouse.
Take heed: when amongst banqueters
Best check thy scaly thoughts
Lest good Doctor Dunning prick his ears.

Nuncle: I am a fool, by trade, and surely know’t:
Here’s my coxcomb: it might suit thee.
Who glibly pleads the hitch
Of own-wisdom misreflected
To win — nay, in lieu of —
A trifling argument
Is a man who looks a-mirror
And, liking what he sees
O’erlooks the chasing hounds of irony.

Pillochio: Ho! Ho!