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way: if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert
as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here
comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you 32
were best. [Exit.]

Clo. Wit, an 't be thy will, put me into good
fooling! Those wits that think they have thee,
do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I 36
lack thee, may pass for a wise man: for what
says Quinapalus? 'Better a witty fool than a
foolish wit.'

God bless thee, lady! 40

Oli. Take the fool away.

Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away
the lady.

Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of 44
you: besides, you grow dishonest.

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 dis- 48
honest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no
longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher
mend him. Any thing that's mended is but
patched: virtue that transgresses is but patched 52
with sin; and sin that amends is but patched
with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will
serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there
is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a 56
flower. The lady bade take away the fool; there-
fore, I say again, take her away.