Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Gentlemen.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he
Ol. not mend?
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake
Mal. him: Infirmity that decaies the wise, doth euer make the
Mal. better foole.
Clow. Clow.
Clow. God send you sir, a speedie Infirmity, for the
Clow. better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be sworn that
Clow. I am no Fox, but he wil not passe his word for two pence
Clow. that you are no Foole.
Ol. How say you to that Maluolio?
Mal. I maruell your Ladyship takes delight in such
Mal. a barren rascall: I saw him put down the other day, with
Mal. an ordinary foole, that has no more braine then a stone.
Mal. Looke you now, he's out of his gard already: vnles you