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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,1 where I left Olivia sleeping :

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Sir To. Fire and brimstone !

Fab. O, peace, peace!

Mal. And then to have the humor 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 !

Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

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 my some rich jewel. Toby approaches; courtesies 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

1 Couch.

2 Though it is the greatest pain for us to keep silence.

cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of

speech:

Sir To. What, what?

Mal. You must amend

your drunkenness ;'

Sir To. Out, scab !

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of

the plot.

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight; '

Sir An. That's me, I warrant you.

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Sir An. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool.

Mal. What employment have we here?

[taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very Cs, her Us, and her Ts; and thus makes she her great Ps. It is, in contempt of question,1 her hand.

Sir An. Her Cs, her Us, and her Ts. Why that?

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Mal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes:' her very phrases!-By your leave, wax!-Soft!—and the impressure her Lucrece,

1 Beyond all doubt.

with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

Mal. [reads.] Jove knows I love :
But who?

Lips do not move,

No man must know.'

'No man must know.'-What follows? the numbers altered! No man must know: '-if this should be thee, Malvolio ?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! 1

Mal. I may command, where I adore :

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore :
M, O, A, I doth sway my life.'

Fab. A fustian riddle!

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Mal. M, O, A, I doth sway my life.'-Nay, but first, let me see,-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

1 Badger.

2 Hawk.

3 Flies.

To any one in his senses.

make that resemble something in me!-Softly !— 'M, O, A, I.-'

Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a cold scent.

Fab. Sowter 1 will cry upon 't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M,-Malvolio ;--M,-why, that begins my

name.

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 O.

Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

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Mal. M, O, 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 name. 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;

The name of a hound.

let thy blood and spirit embrace them: and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough,1 and appear fresh. Be opposite 2 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,

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Day-light and champian 3 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. 4 I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me ; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crossgartered, even with the swiftness of putting on.

me.

A slough signifies the skin of a snake. 3 Open country.

2 Hostile.

4 With the utmost exactness.

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