Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.
Clo. Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
Fab. Any thing.
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again.—The Duke Orsino.
[Exit Fabian.
Enter Duke, Viola, and two Gentlemen.
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friend?—I know thee well: How dost thou, my good fellow?
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.