Hold, there’s expenses for thee

Viola
Hold, there’s expenses for thee.
 Giving a coin.
Fool
Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
thee a beard!
Viola
By my troth I’ll tell thee, I am almost sick for
one,  aside  though I would not have it grow on my
chin.—Is thy lady within?

This fellow is wise enough to play the Fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.

Fool
Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
Viola
Yes, being kept together and put to use.
Fool
I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
Viola
I understand you, sir. ’Tis well begged.
 Giving another coin.
Fool
The matter I hope is not great, sir, begging but a
beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir.
I will conster to them whence you come. Who you
are and what you would are out of my welkin—I
might say “element,” but the word is overworn.
 He exits.
Viola
This fellow is wise enough to play the Fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labor as a wise man’s art:
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men,  folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.