Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this world, needs to feare no colours Ma. Make that good Clo. He shall see none to feare Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where y saying was borne, of I feare no colours Clo. Where good mistris Mary? Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in your foolerie Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: & those that are fooles, let them vse their talents Ma. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent, or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to you? Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage: and for turning away, let summer beare it out Ma. You are resolute then? Clo. Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both breake, your gaskins fall Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling: those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue fooles: and I that am sure I lacke thee, may passe for a wise man. For what saies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole, then a foolish wit. God blesse thee Lady Ol. Take the foole away Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: besides you grow dis-honest Clo. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if hee cannot, let the Botcher mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that amends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I say againe, take her away Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I weare not motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to proue you a foole Ol. Can you do it? Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona Ol. Make your proofe Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my Mouse of vertue answer mee Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your proofe Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou? Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona Ol. I know his soule is in heauen, foole Clo. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your Brothers soule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole, Gentlemen