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Clo. Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, 60
cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much
to say as I wear not motley in my brain. Good
madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it? 64

Clo. Dexteriously, good madonna.

Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna:
good my mouse of virtue, answer me. 68

Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll
bide your proof.

Clo. Good madonna, why mournest thou?

Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death. 72

Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool, madonna, to mourn for
your brother's soul being in heaven. Take away 76
the fool, gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio?
doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of 80
death shake him: infirmity, that decays the
wise, doth ever make the better fool.

Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for
the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will 84
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 88
such a barren rascal: I saw him put down the
other day with an ordinary fool that has no more