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Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Enter MARIA. Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, my nettle of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i’the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour : observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting ! [The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; [throws down a letter.] for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
Enter MALVOLIO. Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a inore exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't ?
Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkeycock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes !
Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue !-
Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !
Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look, how imagination blows him.
Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state,
Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I left Olivia sleeping :
Sir To. Fire and brimstone !
Mal. And then to have the humour of state and after a demure travel of regard,-telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby:
Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him : I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches ; court’sies there to me:
Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control :
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o’the lips then ?
Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech :
Sir To. What, what?
Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight;
Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace ! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him !
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's ; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that?
Mal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases !--By your leave, wax.Soft!-and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To whom should this be ?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
No man must know.
Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
I. Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but first, let me sce, let me see,-let me see.
Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him !
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks at it!
Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this ;-And the end,-What should that alphabetical position portend ? if I could make that resemble something in me,-Softly !~M, 0, A,
Sir To. O, ay ! make up that:-he is now at a cold scent.
Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,--why, that begins my
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.
Mal. M,–But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.
Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0.
Mal. And then I comes behind ;
Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.
Mal. M, 0, A, I;—This simulation is not as the former ;-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in
my Soft; here follows prose.-If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And,
, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself into the trick of singularity : She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever crossgartered : I say, remember. Go to ; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,
The fortunate-unhappy. Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man.
I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me: for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did