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Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my Lord; what then?
Duke. Ő, then, unfold the passion of my love,
Vio. I think not fo, my Lordi
Duke. Dear lad, believe it:
Vio. I'll do my best
SCENE changes to Olivia's House.
or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy.excuse; my Lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Cle. Let her hang me; he, that is well hang'd in
Mar. Make that good.
Mar. A good lenten answer : I can tell thee where
Cle. Where, good mittrefs Mary?
Mar. In the wars, and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
lo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it ; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Mar. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long ab. sent, or be turned away ;: is not that as good as a hanging to you?
Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let summer bear it out.
Mar. You are resolute then?
Clo. Not so neither, but I am resolv'd on two points.
Mar. That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both break, your gafkins fall.
Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt: well, go thy way, if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as wilty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o’that: here comes my Lady; make your excuse wisely, you were best.
[Exit. Enter Olivia, and Malvolio. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fool. ing! those wits, that think they have thee, do verý oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may, pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus, bet ter a witty fool than a foolish wit. God bless thee, Lady!
Oli. Take the fool away..
Oli. Go to, y’are a dry fool; I'll no more of you ; besides, you grow dishonest
. Elo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counfel will amend; for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry: bid the dishoneft man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishoneft;. if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing, that's mended, is but patch'd ; virtue, that transgreflies, is but patch'd. with fin; and sn, that amends, is but patch'd with virtue. If that this fìmple fyllogism will serve, fo ;- if
it will not, what remedy? as there is no' true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower: the Lady bade take away the fool, therefore, I lay again, take her away.
oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.
Cl. Misprifion in the highest degree. -Lady, Ctcullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not motley in my brain : good Madona, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Oli. Can you do it?
Clo. I must catechize you for it, Madona ; good' my mouse of virtue, answer me.
Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
Clo. Good Madana, why mourn'it thou ?.
brother's death.. Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, Madona. Oli. I know, his soul is in heav'n, fool.
Clo. The more fool you, Madona, to mourn fort your brother's foul being in heav'n: take away the fool, gentlemen.
Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio, doth he pot, mend?.
Mal. Yes, and all do, 'till the pangs of death shakehim, Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make better the fool.
Clo. God send you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increafing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn. that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence,
you are no fool. Oli. How fay you to that, Malvolio?
Mal. I marvel, your Ladyfhip takes delight in such a barren rascal; I faw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a hone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minifter. occafion to him, he is gagg’d. I proteft, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools
Oli. O, you are fick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a diftemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free difpofition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets : there is no flander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rait ; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though be do nothing but reprove.
Clo. Now Mercury indųe thee with leasing, for thou. fpeak’t well of fools !
Enter Maria. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, 'much desires to speak with you.
Oli. From the Count Orfina, is it?
Mar. I know not, Madam, 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay :
Ol. Petch him off, I pray you, he speaks nothing but madman: fy on him! Ġo you, Malvolio ; if it bs a fuit from the Count, I am sick, or not at home : What you will, to dismiss it. (Exit Malvolio.] Now you fee, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people difike it.
Clo. Thou haft spoke for us, Madona, as if thy eldeft fon should be a fool, whose fcull Jove cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has a molt weak pia mater!
Enter Sir Toby. Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, uncle ?
şir To. A gentleman.
[belches.) A plague o' these pickle herring! how now, sot?
Člo. Good Sir Toby,
Oli. Uncle, uncle, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
Sir To. Letchery, I defy letchery : there's one at Oli. Ay, marry, what is he?
Sir To. Let him be the devil and he will, I care not: give me faith, fay 1 Well, it's all one. (Exit.
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ?
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a foot, and a madman ? one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him ; and a third drowns him.
Oli. Go thou and seek, the coroner, and let him fit. o'my uncle; for he's in the tkird degree of drink ; he's drown'd; go, look after him.,
Clo. He is but mad yet, Madona, and the fool shall louk to the madman.
[Exit Clown. Enter Malvolio. Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him, you were fick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to fpeak with you. I told him, you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, Lady? he's fortified against any denial.
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 poft, and be the supporter. to a bench, but he'll speak with you.
Oli. What kind o'man is he? Mal. Why, of mankind. Oli. What manner of man? Mal. Of very ill manners; he'll speak with you,. will you or no.
Oli. Of what personage and years is he?
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a pearcod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him in standing water, between boy and man. well-favour'd, and he speaks very threwishly ; one would think his mother's milk were carce out of him..
He is very