from King Lear:
Fool: Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie.
Lear: An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped.
Fool: I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They'll have me whipped for speaking true; thou'lt have me whipped for lying; and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind o' thing than a fool; and yet, I would not be thee, nuncle.