that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no slander
in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle;
nor no rayling, in a knowne discreet man, though hee do
nothing but reproue

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou
speak'st well of fooles.
Enter Maria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentleman,
much desires to speake with you

Ol. From the Count Orsino, is it?
Ma I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and
well attended

Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Ma. Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman

Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he speakes nothing but
madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a suit
from the Count, I am sicke, or not at home. What you
will, to dismisse it.

Exit Maluo.

Now you see sir, how your fooling growes old, & people
dislike it

Clo. Thou hast spoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldest