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Jove bless thee, Master Parson.

CLOWN
Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and
ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, ‘That that is, is’: so I, being
Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is ‘that’ but [15] ‘that’? and ‘is’ but
‘is’?

SIR TOBY
To him, Sir Topas.

CLOWN
What ho, I say! Peace in this prison!

SIR TOBY
The knave counterfeits well: a good knave.

Malvolio within.

MALVOLIO
Who calls there? [20]

CLOWN
Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

MALVOLIO
Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

CLOWN
Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this [25] man! Talkest thou nothing

but of ladies?

SIR TOBY
Well said, Master Parson.

MALVOLIO
Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am