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MALVOLIO.
'Some achieve greatness,'--
OLIVIA.
What say'st thou?
MALVOLIO.
'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
OLIVIA.
Heaven restore thee!
MALVOLIO.
'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings;'--
OLIVIA.
Thy yellow stockings?
MALVOLIO.
'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
OLIVIA.
Cross-gartered?
MALVOLIO.
'Go to: thou an made, if thou desirest to be so:'--
OLIVIA.
Am I made?
MALVOLIO.
'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
OLIVIA.
Why, this is very midsummer madness.
[Enter Servant.]
SERVANT.
Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is
returned; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your
ladyship's pleasure.
OLIVIA.
I'll come to him.
[Exit Servant.]
Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby?
Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not
have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA.]
MALVOLIO.
O, ho! do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir
Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she
sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she
incites me to that in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says
she;--'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,--let thy
tongue tang with arguments of state,--put thyself into the trick
of singularity;--and consequently, sets down the manner how; as,
a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of
some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is
Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away
now, 'Let this fellow be looked to;' Fellow! not Malvolio, nor
after my degree, but fellow. Why, everything adheres together;
that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle,
no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,--What can be said?
Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect
of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to
be thanked.
[Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN.]
SIR TOBY.
Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the
devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed
him, yet I'll speak to him.
FABIAN.
Here he is, here he is:--How is't with you, sir? how is't with
you, man?
MALVOLIO.
Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.
MARIA.
Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell
you?--Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
MALVOLIO.
Ah, ha! does she so?
SIR TOBY.
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.
MALVOLIO.