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Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree !--Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say; I wear not moțiey in my brain. Good Madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

352 Oli. Can you do it? Clo. Dexterously, good Madonna. Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechize you for it, Madonna; Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

Clo. Good Madonna, why inourn'st thou ? 360
Oli, Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, Madonna,
Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool you, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.-Take away the fool, gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio i doth he not mend ?

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

371 Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two-pence that you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvoljo ?
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such

a barren

a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone : Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagg’d. I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

384 Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distemper'd appetite : to be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no slander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou speak’st well of fools !

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Enter MARIA.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentle. man, much desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?

Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. .400

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman ; Fie on him! Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit MALVOLIO.] Now

you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, Madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool : whose scull Jove cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater!

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Enter Sir TOBY.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he at the gate, cousin ?

Sir To. A gentleman.
Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman?

Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here-A plague o’these pickle-herring !-How now, sot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby,

Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?

Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: There's one at the gate.

421 Oli. Ay, marry; what is he?

Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. [Exit.

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ?

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madınan : one draught above heat makes him a ol; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' my coz; for lie's in the third degree of drink, he's drown'd: go, look after him. C

Clo.

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Clo. He is but mad yet, Madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman.

[Exit Clown.

Re-enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and there. fore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial.

449 Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me.

Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to a bench, but lie'll speak with you.

Oli. What kind of man is he?
Mal. Why, of man kind.
Oli. What manner of man?

Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you, or no.

Oli. Of what personage, and years, is hie? 450

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with hiin e'en standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour'd, and he speaks very shrewishly ; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

Oli. Let him approach : Call in my gentlewoman. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. (Exit.

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Re-enter MARIA.

Oli. Give me iny veil: come, throw it o'er my face ; We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

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Enter VIOLA.

Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which is she? Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her; Your

will ? Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty,- I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of the house, for í never saw her: I would be loth to Cast away my speech ; for, besides that it is excellently well penn'd, i have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage. 471 Oli. Whence came you, sir?

Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. Oli. Are you a comedian ?

Vio. No, my profound heart : and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house?

Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours tó reserye. But this is from my commission : I will on Cij

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