_Mar._ Make that good. _Clo._ He shall see none to fear. _Mar._ A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.' _Clo._ Where, good Mistress Mary? 10 _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; 15 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? 20 _Clo._ Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points. _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 25 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._ _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.' _Enter_ Lady OLIVIA _with_ MALVOLIO. God bless thee, lady! _Oli._ Take the fool away. 35 _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. _Oli._ Sir, I bade them take away you. _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. _Oli._ Can you do it? _Clo._ Dexteriously, good madonna. 55 _Oli._ Make your proof. _Clo._ I must catechize you for it, madonna: good my mouse of virtue, answer me.