Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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
Mal. laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gag'd. I protest
Mal. I take these Wisemen, that crow so at these set kinde of
Mal. fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. O you are sicke of selfe‑loue Maluolio, and taste
Ol. with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlesse,
Ol. and of free disposition, is to take those things for Bird‑
Ol. bolts, that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no slan
Ol. der in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle;
Ol. nor no rayling, in a knowne discreet man, though hee do
Ol. nothing but reproue.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou
Clo. speak'st well of fooles.
Clo. Enter Maria.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentle