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OLIVIA

Good fool, for my brother’s death.

CLOWN
I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

OLIVIA
I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

CLOWN
The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your [65] brother’s soul, being in
heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

OLIVIA

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

MALVOLIO

Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death [70] shake him. Infirmity, that
decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

CLOWN
God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir
Toby will be sworn that I am no fox, but he will not pass his word for two-
pence [75] that you are no fool.

OLIVIA

How say you to that, Malvolio?

MALVOLIO

I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal: I saw him put
down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a
stone. [80] Look you now, he’s out of his guard already: unless you laugh and

minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I take these wise men, that
crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools’ zanies.

OLIVIA
O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste [85] with a distempered