Nay, either tell me where thou hast been

Maria
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
absence.
Feste
Let her hang me. He that is well hanged in this
world needs to fear no colors.
Maria
Make that good.
Feste
He shall see none to fear.
Maria
A good Lenten answer. I can tell thee where
that saying was born, of —I fear no colors.
Feste
Where, good Mistress Mary?
Maria
In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in
your foolery.
Feste
Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and
those that are Fools, let them use their talents.
Maria
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?
Feste
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage,
and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
Maria
You are resolute, then?
Feste
Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
Maria
That if one break, the other will hold, or if both
break, your gaskins fall.
Feste
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.
Maria
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.

Feste, aside
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.