MALVOLIO Fool, fool, fool, I say!
Clown Alas, sir, be patient. What say you sir? I am
shent for speaking to you.
MALVOLIO Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I
tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
Clown Well-a-day that you were, sir
MALVOLIO By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper and
light; and convey what I will set down to my lady:
it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing
of letter did.
Clown I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?
MALVOLIO Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clown Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
MALVOLIO Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
prithee, be gone.
Clown [Singing]
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, good man devil.
[Exit]
TWELFTH NIGHT
ACT IV
SCENE III OLIVIA's garden.
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