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CLOWN

I would therefore my sister had no name, sir.

VIOLA
Why, man?

CLOWN
Why, sir, her name’s a word, and to dally with that word might make my
sister wanton. But indeed, [20] words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced

them.

VIOLA

Thy reason, man?

CLOWN
Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false,
I am loath to prove reason with them. [25]

VIOLA
I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car’st for nothing.

CLOWN
Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my conscience, sir, I do not care
for you: if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

[30]

VIOLA
Art not thou the Lady Olivia’s fool?

CLOWN
No indeed sir, the Lady Olivia has no folly. She will keep no fool, sir, till she
be married, and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the

husband’s the bigger. I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter [35] of
words.

VIOLA
I saw thee late at the Count Orsino’s.