_Oli._ Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I 'll bide your proof. 60 _Clo._ Good madonna, why mournest thou? _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. _Oli._ How say you to that, Malvolio? _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. _Oli._ O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste 85 with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets: there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. 90 _Clo._ Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speakest well of fools! _Re-enter_ MARIA. _Mar._ Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much desires to speak with you. _Oli._ From the Count Orsino, is it? 95 _Mar._ I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended. _Oli._ Who of my people hold him in delay? _Mar._ Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. _Oli._ Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but 100 madman: fie on him! [_Exit Maria._] Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [_Exit Malvolio._] Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it. _Clo._ Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son 105 should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater. _Enter_ Sir TOBY. _Oli._ By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin? _Sir To._ A gentleman. 110 _Oli._ A gentleman! what gentleman?