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"Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate."
"Well, I'll put it on, and I will disassemble myself in't."
"Bono dies, Sir Toby."
"To him, Sir Topas."
"Jove bless thee, Master Parson."
"Peace in this prison!"
"Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic."
"Who calls there?"
"Sir Topas, please go to my lady-"
"Out, hyperbolical fiend! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?"
"Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad."
"Fie, thou dishonest Satan! Says thou that house is dark?"
"As hell, Sir Topas."
"Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and yet complaints thou of obstruction?"
"I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark."
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