Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your [kinsman].
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Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him! [[Exit Maria].] Go you, Malvolio:
if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home;
what you will, to dismiss it. [[Exit Malvolio].] [Now you]
see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
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Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son