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ACT IV. SCENE II. 


OLIVIA'S house

Enter MARIA and CLOWN

 MARIA.

Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him
believe thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call
Sir Toby the whilst

Exit

 CLOWN.

Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and
I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I
am not tall enough to become the function well nor lean enough to
be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man and a
good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a careful man and a
great scholar. The competitors enter.

Enter SIR TOBY and MARIA

 SIR TOBY.

Jove bless thee, Master Parson.

 CLOWN.

Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that
never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to niece of King
Gorboduc 'That that is is'; so I, being Master Parson, am Master
Parson; for what is 'that' but that, and 'is' but is?

 SIR TOBY.

To him, Sir Topas.

 CLOWN.

What ho, I say! Peace in this prison!

 SIR TOBY.

The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

 MALVOLIO.

[Within] Who calls there?

 CLOWN.

Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the
lunatic.

 MALVOLIO.

Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

 CLOWN.

Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this man!
Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

 SIR TOBY.

Well said, Master Parson.

 MALVOLIO.

Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good Sir Topas, do
not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

 CLOWN.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest
terms, for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil
himself with courtesy. Say'st thou that house is dark?

 MALVOLIO.

As hell, Sir Topas.

 CLOWN.

Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the
clerestories toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony; and
yet complainest thou of obstruction?

 MALVOLIO.

I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark.

 CLOWN.

Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness but
ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in
their fog.

 MALVOLIO.

I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man
thus abus'd. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it
in any constant question.

 CLOWN.

What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

 MALVOLIO.

That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

 CLOWN.

What think'st thou of his opinion?

 MALVOLIO.

I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his
opinion.

 CLOWN.

Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt
hold th' 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.

 MALVOLIO.

Sir Topas, Sir Topas!

 SIR TOBY.

My most exquisite Sir Topas!

 CLOWN.

Nay, I am for all waters.

 MARIA.

Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he
sees thee not.

 SIR TOBY.

To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou
find'st him. I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may
be conveniently deliver'd, 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.

Exit with MARIA

 CLOWN.

[Sings] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.

 MALVOLIO.

Fool!

 CLOWN.

[Sings] My lady is unkind, perdy.

 MALVOLIO.

Fool!

 CLOWN.

[Sings] Alas, why is she so?

 MALVOLIO.

Fool I say!

 CLOWN.

[Sings] She loves another- Who calls, ha?

 MALVOLIO.

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.

 CLOWN.

Master Malvolio?

 MALVOLIO.

Ay, good fool.

 CLOWN.

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?

 MALVOLIO.

Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus'd;
I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

 CLOWN.

But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in
your wits than a fool.

 MALVOLIO.

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.

 CLOWN.

Advise you what. you say: the minister is here.
[Speaking as SIR TOPAS] Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore!
Endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble-babble.

 MALVOLIO.

Sir Topas!

 CLOWN.

Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- Who, I, sir? Not
I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas.- Marry, amen.- I will sir, I
will.

 MALVOLIO.

Fool, fool, fool, I say!

 CLOWN.

Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for
speaking to you.

 MALVOLIO.

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.

 CLOWN.

Well-a-day that you were, sir!

 MALVOLIO.

By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and
light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall
advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

 CLOWN.

I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad
indeed, or do you but counterfeit?

 MALVOLIO.

Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.

 CLOWN.

Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains.
I will fetch you light and paper and ink.

 MALVOLIO.

Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree; I prithe be
gone.

 CLOWN.

[Singing]
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, Ah, ha! to the devil,
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, goodman devil

Exit

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