Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
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mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu
that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that amends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I say againe, take her away Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I weare not motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to proue you a foole Ol. Can you do it? Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona Ol. Make your proofe Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my Mouse of vertue answer mee Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your proofe Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou? Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona |
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