Clown Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

male · comedic · 1:05 min

Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them. (VIOLA: I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car’st for nothing.) Not so, sir, I do care for something. But in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you. If that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible. (VIOLA: Art not thou the Lady Olivia’s fool?) No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly. She will keep no fool, sir, till she be married, and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband’s the bigger. I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

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