Mal. They [have here] propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
face me out of my wits.
Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour
thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
Mal. Sir Topas,——
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Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who,
I, sir? not I, sir. God [be wi' you], good Sir Topas. Marry,