_Clo._ Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend; for, give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him.--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 non facit monachum_; that's as much as to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. _Oli._ Can you do it? _Clo._ Dexterously, good madonna. _Oli._ Make your proof. _Clo._ I must catechize you for it, madonna: Good my mouse of virtue, answer me. _Oli._ Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide your proof. _Clo._ Good madonna, why mourn'st 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 you, madonna, to mourn for your brother's 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 him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool. _Clo._ Heaven 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 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 you now, he's out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagg'd.--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 with a distemper'd 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 allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. _Clo._ Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speak'st well of fools! _Enter_ MARIA. _Mar._ Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you. _Oli._ From the Duke Orsino, is it? _Mar._ I know not, madam. _Oli._ Who of my people hold him in delay? _Mar._ Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.