_Mar._ Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [_Exit._
_Clo._ Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove 30 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.'
_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, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not 40 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, 45 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.
_Clo._ Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus 50 non facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
_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. 60
_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, madonna, to mourn for your brother's 65 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 70 him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
_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 75 that you are no fool.
_Mal._ I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone. Look 80 you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
