_Oli._ Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: Fye on him! [_Exit_ MARIA. Go you, Malvolio:--if it be a suit from the duke, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [_Exeunt_ MALVOLIO, _and two Servants_. 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 should be a fool. _Sir To._ [_Without._] Where is she? where is she? _Clo._ 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, uncle? _Sir To._ A gentleman. _Oli._ A gentleman? What gentleman? _Sir To._ 'Tis a gentleman here,--How now, sot? _Clo._ Good Sir Toby,---- _Oli._ Uncle, uncle, how have you come so early by this lethargy? _Sir To._ Lechery! I defy lechery.--There's one at the gate. _Oli._ Ay, marry; what is he? _Sir To._ Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.--A plague o' these pickle-herrings. [_Exit_ SIR TOBY. _Oli._ What's a drunken man like, fool? _Clo._ Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. _Oli._ Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' my uncle; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drown'd: go, look after him. _Clo._ He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman. [_Exit_ CLOWN. _Enter_ MALVOLIO. _Mal._ Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial. _Oli._ Tell him, he shall not speak with me. _Mal._ He has been told so; and, he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you. _Oli._ What kind of man is he? _Mal._ Why, of man-kind. _Oli._ What manner of man? _Mal._ Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you, or no. _Oli._ Of what personage, and years, is he? _Mal._ Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a coddling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him e'en standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour'd, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of him. _Oli._ Let him approach: Call in my gentlewoman.