SIR TOBY.
Jove bless thee, Master Parson.
CLOWN.
Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, ‘That that is, is’: so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is ‘that’ but ‘that’? and ‘is’ but ‘is’?
SIR TOBY.
To him, Sir Topas.
CLOWN.
What ho, I say! Peace in this prison!
SIR TOBY.
The knave counterfeits well. A good knave.
Malvolio within.
MALVOLIO.
Who calls there?
CLOWN.
Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
MALVOLIO.
Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
CLOWN.
Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?