King ‘Leer’*
The Fool’s prophecy, Act 3, Sc. 2. This is a brave night to cool a courtesan I’ll speak a prophecy ere I go: When Supremes are more in word than matter,When brewers mar their malt with water, When Senators are their tailors’ tutors,No traitors burned but wenches’ suitors, When every case in law is wrong,No…













