MALVOLIO.
Fool!
CLOWN.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
MALVOLIO.
Fool!
CLOWN.
Alas, why is she so?
MALVOLIO.
Fool, I say!
CLOWN.
She loves another—
Who calls, ha?
MALVOLIO.
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.
CLOWN.
Master Malvolio?
MALVOLIO.
Ay, good fool.
CLOWN.
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?