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himself with courtesy. Say'st thou that house is dark? |
MALVOLIO. As hell, Sir Topas. |
CLOWN. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the |
clerestories toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony; and |
yet complainest thou of obstruction? |
MALVOLIO. I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark. |
CLOWN. Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness but |
ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in |
their fog. |
MALVOLIO. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though |
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man |
thus abus'd. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it |
in any constant question. |
CLOWN. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? |
MALVOLIO. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. |
CLOWN. What think'st thou of his opinion? |
MALVOLIO. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his |
opinion. |
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt |
hold th' opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and |
fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy |
grandam. Fare thee well. |
MALVOLIO. Sir Topas, Sir Topas! |
SIR TOBY. My most exquisite Sir Topas! |
CLOWN. Nay, I am for all waters. |
MARIA. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he |
sees thee not. |
SIR TOBY. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou |
find'st him. I would we were well 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. |
Exit with MARIA |
CLOWN. [Sings] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, |
Tell me how thy lady does. |
MALVOLIO. Fool! |
CLOWN. [Sings] My lady is unkind, perdy. |
MALVOLIO. Fool! |
CLOWN. [Sings] Alas, why is she so? |
MALVOLIO. Fool I say! |
CLOWN. [Sings] She loves another- Who calls, ha? |
MALVOLIO. 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. |
CLOWN. Master Malvolio? |
MALVOLIO. Ay, good fool. |
CLOWN. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? |
MALVOLIO. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus'd; |
I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. |
CLOWN. But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in |
your wits than a fool. |
MALVOLIO. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send |
ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my |
wits. |
CLOWN. Advise you what. you say: the minister is here. |
[Speaking as SIR TOPAS] Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! |
Endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble-babble. |
MALVOLIO. Sir Topas! |
CLOWN. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- Who, I, sir? Not |
I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas.- Marry, amen.- I will sir, I |
will. |
MALVOLIO. Fool, fool, fool, I say! |
CLOWN. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for |
speaking to you. |
MALVOLIO. 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. |
CLOWN. Well-a-day that you were, sir! |
MALVOLIO. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and |
light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall |
advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. |
CLOWN. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad |
indeed, or do you but counterfeit? |
MALVOLIO. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. |
CLOWN. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains. |
I will fetch you light and paper and ink. |
MALVOLIO. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree; I prithe be |
gone. |
CLOWN. [Singing] |
I am gone, sir, |
And anon, sir, |
I'll be with you again, |
In a trice, |
Like to the old Vice, |
Your need to sustain; |
Who with dagger of lath, |
In his rage and his wrath, |
Cries, Ah, ha! to the devil, |
Like a mad lad, |
Pare thy nails, dad. |
Adieu, goodman devil. Exit |
SCENE III. |
OLIVIA'S garden |
Enter SEBASTIAN |
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