Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, Scene V

1
Good madonna, give
me leave to prove you a fool (I.v)
2
Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
with a distempered appetite (I.v)
3
Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive
If you will lead those graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy (I.v)