Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will. Уильям Шекспир

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        OLIVIA. Take the fool away.

        CLOWN. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

        OLIVIA. Go to, y'are a dry fool; I'll no more of you. Besides, you grow dishonest.

        CLOWN. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend;

       for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry. Bid the

      dishonest man mend himself: if he mend, he is no longer

      dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Anything

      that's mended is but patch'd; virtue that transgresses is but

      patch'd with sin, and sin that amends is but patch'd with virtue.

          If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,

          what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so

          beauty's a flower. The lady bade take away the fool;

      therefore, I say again, take her away.

        OLIVIA. Sir, I bade them take away you.

        CLOWN. Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, 'Cucullus non facit

          monachum'; that's as much to say as I wear not motley in my

          brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

        OLIVIA. Can you do it?

        CLOWN. Dexteriously, good madonna.

        OLIVIA. Make your proof.

        CLOWN. I must catechize you for it, madonna.

          Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

        OLIVIA. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

        CLOWN. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?

        OLIVIA. Good fool, for my brother's death.

        CLOWN. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

        OLIVIA. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

        CLOWN. The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul

          being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

        OLIVIA. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? Doth he not mend?

        MALVOLIO. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him.

          Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better

      fool.

        CLOWN. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better

          increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox;

          but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no fool.

        OLIVIA. How say you to that, Malvolio?

        MALVOLIO. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren

          rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool

          that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of

          his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him,

          he is gagg'd. I protest I take these wise men that crow so at

          these set kind of fools no better than the fools' zanies.

        OLIVIA. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a

          distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free

          disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem

          cannon bullets. There is no slander in an allow'd fool, though he

          do nothing but rail; nor no railing in known discreet man, though

          he do nothing but reprove.

        CLOWN. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speak'st well

          of fools!