|Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003|
12:51a - My Mouse of Virtue Indeed
Olivia:Take the fool away.
Clown:Do you not hear fellows? Take away the lady.
Olivia:Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides, you grown dishonest.
Clown:Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, and is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself: and if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher patch him. Anything that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends itself is but patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower:--the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Olivia: Sir, I bade them take away you.
Clown: Misprision in the highest degree!--Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Olivia: Can you do it?
Clown: Dexterously, good madonna.
Olivia: Make your proof.
Clown:I must catechise you for it, madonna. Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
Olivia: Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide your proof.
Clown: Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?
Olivia: Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clown: I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
Olivia: I know his soul is in heaven, fool!
Clown: The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.--Take away the fool, gentlemen!
The fool is always the smartest one.
And that's the only truth I'll tell.
current mood: grateful
current music: Because they don't have reverant. Or respectful.
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