Nay, either tell me where thou hast been
Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I
will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter
in way of thy excuse. My lady will hang thee for thy
Let her hang me. He that is well hanged in this
world needs to fear no colors.
Make that good.
He shall see none to fear.
A good Lenten answer. I can tell thee where
that saying was born, of —I fear no colors.
Where, good Mistress Mary?
In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in
Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and
those that are Fools, let them use their talents.
Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent.
Or to be turned away, is not that as good as a
hanging to you?
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage,
and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
You are resolute, then?
Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
That if one break, the other will hold, or if both
break, your gaskins fall.
Apt, in good faith, very apt. Well, go thy way. If Sir
Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Peace, you rogue. No more o' that. Here comes
my lady. Make your excuse wisely, you were best.
She exits. Enter Lady Olivia with Malvolio and Attendants.
Wit, an ‘t be thy will, put me into good
fooling! Those wits that think they have thee do very
oft prove fools, and I that am sure I lack thee may
pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus?
—Better a witty Fool than a foolish wit.