_Clo._ Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: 55 thou shalt hold the 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. _Mal._ Sir Topas, Sir Topas! _Sir To._ My most exquisite Sir Topas! 60 _Clo._ Nay, I am for all waters. _Mar._ Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he sees thee not. _Sir To._ To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this 65 knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, 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. [_Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria._ _Clo._ [_Singing_] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 70 Tell me how thy lady does. _Mal._ Fool,---- _Clo._ My lady is unkind, perdy. _Mal._ Fool,---- _Clo._ Alas, why is she so? 75 _Mal._ Fool, I say,---- _Clo._ She loves another--Who calls, ha? _Mal._ 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. 80 _Clo._ Master Malvolio? _Mal._ Ay, good fool. _Clo._ Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? _Mal._ Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. 85 _Clo._ But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. _Mal._ 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. 90 _Clo._ Advise you what you say; the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. _Mal._ Sir Topas,---- _Clo._ Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, 95 I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will. _Mal._ Fool, fool, fool, I say,---- _Clo._ Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. 100 _Mal._ 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. _Clo._ Well-a-day that you were, sir! _Mal._ By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper 105 and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.