Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
OLIVIA Sir, I bade them take away you.
Clown Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, 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.
OLIVIA Can you do it?
Clown Dexterously, good madonna.
OLIVIA Make your proof.
Clown I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse
of virtue, answer me.
OLIVIA Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
Clown Good madonna, why mournest thou?
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 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 shake him:
infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the
better fool.
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