SCENE I. OLIVIA's garden.

Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabour

VIOLA
Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by
thy tabour?

CLOWN
No, sir, I live by the church.

VIOLA
Art thou a churchman?

CLOWN
No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for
I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by
the church.

VIOLA
So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy
tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.

CLOWN
You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is
but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!