with that word might make my sister wanton.
But indeed words are very rascals since bonds
disgraced them.

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without
words; and words are grown so false, I am
loath to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in
my conscience, sir, I do not care for you.
If that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it
would make you invisible.

Clo. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no
folly. She will keep no fool, sir, till she be
married; and fools are is like husbands as
pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the

Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.

Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the
sun, it shines every where. I would be sorry,

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more
with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.

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