Malvolio: I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark.
Fool: Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
Sir Toby Belch [To Fabian and Maria]: Go to, go to! Peace, peace. We must deal gently with him. Let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? How is 't with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Viola: Farewell, fair cruelty.
Sir Andrew: O, had I but followed the arts!
Fool: Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Viola: Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we;
For such as we are made of, such we be.
Fool: Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage, and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
Fool: I go, sir, but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness.