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in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. 8 Shall we set about some revels?
Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart.
Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper : ha! higher: ha, ha!-excellent!
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's attire.
Val. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love : Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours ?
Val. No, believe me.
Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.
Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.–Cesario,
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Sure, my noble lord,
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Vio. I think not so, my lord.
Dear lad, believe it;
I'll do my best,
9 Go thy way.
To woo your lady: yet, [Aside.] a barful' strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. (Exeunt.
A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter MARIA, and Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips, so wide ás a bristle may enter,
way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hanged in this world, needs to fear no colours.
Mar. Make that good.
Mar. A good lenten? answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.
Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?
Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?
Clo. Many 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 resolved on two points. i Full of impediments.
2 Short and spare.
Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, if-both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go thy way; if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Mar. Peace, you nogue, no more o' that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
Enter OLIVIA, and MalvoLIO. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.God bless thee, lady!
Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows ? Take away the lady.
Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides, you grow dishonest.
Clo. Two faults, madonna, 4 that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: Any thing, that's mended; is but patched: virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; 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 say again, take her away. Oli. Sir, I bade them take
3 Points were hooks which fastened the hose or breeches.
4 Italian, mistress, dame.
away you. Clo. Misprision in the highest degree !-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. Oli. Can
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 mourn'st thou ?
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? 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.
Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better encreasing 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, Malvolio;