OLIVIA Clown Who of my people hold him in delay? Good Sir Toby! MARIA OLIVIA Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy? OLIVIA SIR TOBY BELCH Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate. madman: fie on him! OLIVIA Ay, marry, what is he? Exit MARIA SIR TOBY BELCH Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. Exit Exit MALVOLIO OLIVIA What's a drunken man like, fool? Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and Clown people dislike it. Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one Clown draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest him; and a third drowns him. son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with OLIVIA brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my most weak pia mater. coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned: go, look after him. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH Clown He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look OLIVIA to the madman. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin? SIR TOBY BELCH Exit A gentleman. OLIVIA Re-enter MALVOLIO A gentleman! what gentleman? SIR TOBY BELCH MALVOLIO 'Tis a gentle man here--a plague o' pickle-herring! How now, sot!
OLIVIA Who of my people hold him in delay? MARIA Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. OLIVIA Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: fie on him! Exit MARIA Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. Exit MALVOLIO Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it. Clown Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH OLIVIA By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin? SIR TOBY BELCH A gentleman. OLIVIA A gentleman! what gentleman? SIR TOBY BELCH 'Tis a gentle man here--a plague o' pickle-herring! How now, sot! Clown Good Sir Toby! OLIVIA Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy? SIR TOBY BELCH Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate. OLIVIA Ay, marry, what is he? SIR TOBY BELCH Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. Exit OLIVIA What's a drunken man like, fool? Clown Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. OLIVIA Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned: go, look after him. Clown He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman. Exit Re-enter MALVOLIO MALVOLIO