Twelfth Night, or What You Will
Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my
coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
drowned: go, look after him.
He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look
to the madman. (1.5.20)
Take the fool away.
Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Good madonna, why mournest thou?
Good fool, for my brother's death.
I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen. (1.5.1)
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal. (2.4.4)