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Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou fill in darkness; thou shalt hold th’opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou disposess the house of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal. Sir Topas, fir Topas !
Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him: I would we were all rid of this knavery! If he may be conveniently deliver’d, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
, with Maria.
Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady does.
[singing Mal. Fool ! Clo. My lady is unkind, perdie. Mal. Fool ! Clo. Alas, why is pe fo? Mal. Fool, I say. Clo. She loves another — Who calls, ha ?
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.
Clo. Master Malvolio !
Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus’d. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo. But as well! then thou art mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool..
Mal. They have propertied me; they keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of Clo. Advise
you say: the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
[all this in a counterfeit voice. Mal. Sir Topas ! Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.
[in the counterfeit voice. Who, I, sir, not I, fir. God b’w’you, good fır Topas !
(this in his own voice. Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will, fir. [The first two words to be spoken in the counterfeit, the rest in his own.
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, fir? I am fhent for speaking to you.
Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.
Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, fir!
Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more, than ever the bearing of letter did.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
Mal. Believe me, I am not : I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree;
Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,
Cries, ah ha! to the devil:
Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun;
any other trust, but that I'm mad,
Enter Olivia, and Priest.
with me, and with this holy man Into the chantry by ; there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father ; heav'ns so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine!
Enter Clown, and Fabian.
Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another requeft.
Fab. This is to give a dog, and, in recompence, defire my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.
Clo. Truly, fır, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so the conclusion to be asked is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a finner to be a double-dealer : there's another.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure, as the bells of saint Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.
Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the fin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.
Enter Antonio, and Oficers.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;