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MALVOLIO.
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And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure
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travel of regard,--telling them I know my place as I would they
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should do theirs,--to ask for my kinsman Toby.
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SIR TOBY.
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Bolts and shackles!
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FABIAN.
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O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
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MALVOLIO.
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Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for
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him: I frown the while, and perchance, wind up my watch, or play
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with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me:
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SIR TOBY.
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Shall this fellow live?
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FABIAN.
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Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.
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MALVOLIO.
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I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an
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austere regard of control:
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SIR TOBY.
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And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?
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MALVOLIO.
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Saying 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your
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niece, give me this prerogative of speech':--
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SIR TOBY.
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What, what?
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MALVOLIO.
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'You must amend your drunkenness.'
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SIR TOBY.
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Out, scab!
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FABIAN.
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Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
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MALVOLIO.
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'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a
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foolish knight';
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SIR ANDREW.
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That's me, I warrant you.
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MALVOLIO.
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'One Sir Andrew':
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SIR ANDREW.
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I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
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MALVOLIO.
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What employment have we here?
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[Taking up the letter.]
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FABIAN.
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Now is the woodcock near the gin.
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SIR TOBY.
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O, peace! And the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to
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him!
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MALVOLIO.
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By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very
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C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It
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is in contempt of question, her hand.
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SIR ANDREW.
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Her C's, her U's, and her T's. Why that?
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MALVOLIO.
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[Reads] 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
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wishes.' Her very phrases!--By your leave, wax.--Soft!--and the
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impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my
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lady. To whom should this be?
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FABIAN.
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This wins him, liver and all.
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MALVOLIO.
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[Reads]
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'Jove knows I love,
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But who?
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Lips, do not move,
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No man must know.'
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'No man must know.'--What follows? the numbers alter'd!--'No man
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must know':--If this should be thee, Malvolio?
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SIR TOBY.
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Marry, hang thee, brock!
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