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She never told her love； But let concealment； like a worm i' th' bud； Feed
on her damask cheek。 She pin'd in thought； And with a green and yellow
melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument； Smiling at grief。 Was
not this love indeed？ We men may say more； swear more； but indeed Our
shows are more than will； for still we prove Much in our vows； but little in
our love。 DUKE。 But died thy sister of her love； my boy？ VIOLA。 I am all
the daughters of my father's house； And all the brothers too… and yet I
know not。 Sir； shall I to this lady？ DUKE。 Ay； that's the theme。 To her in
haste。 Give her this jewel； say My love can give no place； bide no denay。
Exeunt
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SCENE V。 OLIVIA'S garden
Enter SIR TOBY； SIR ANDREW； and FABIAN
SIR TOBY。 Come thy ways； Signior Fabian。 FABIAN。 Nay； I'll come；
if I lose a scruple of this sport let me be boil'd to death with melancholy。
SIR TOBY。 Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep…
biter come by some notable shame？ FABIAN。 I would exult； man； you
know he brought me out o' favour with my lady about a bear…baiting here。
SIR TOBY。 To anger him we'll have the bear again； and we will fool him
black and blue… shall we not； Sir Andrew？ AGUECHEEK。 And we do not；
it is pity of our lives。
Enter MARIA
SIR TOBY。 Here comes the little villain。 How now； my metal of India！
MARIA。 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 idiot of him。 Close； in the name of
jesting！ ＇As the men hide she drops a letter＇ Lie thou there； for here comes
the trout that must be caught with tickling。 Exit
Enter MALVOLIO
MALVOLIO。 '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
more exalted respect than any one else that follows her。 What should I
think on't？ SIR TOBY。 Here's an overweening rogue！ FABIAN。 O； peace！
Contemplation makes a rare turkey…cock of him； how he jets under his
advanc'd plumes！ AGUECHEEK。 'Slight； I could so beat the rogue… SIR
TOBY。 Peace； I say。 MALVOLIO。 To be Count Malvolio！ SIR TOBY。 Ah；
rogue！ AGUECHEEK。 Pistol him； pistol him。 SIR TOBY。 Peace； peace！
MALVOLIO。 There is example for't： the Lady of the Strachy married the
yeoman of the wardrobe。 AGUECHEEK。 Fie on him； Jezebel！ FABIAN。
O； peace！ Now he's deeply in； look how imagination blows him。
MALVOLIO。 Having been three months married to her； sitting in my
state… SIR TOBY。 O； for a stone…bow to hit him in the eye！ MALVOLIO。
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Calling my officers about me； in my branch'd velvet gown； having come
from a day…bed… where I have left Olivia sleeping… SIR TOBY。 Fire and
brimstone！ FABIAN。 O； peace； peace！ MALVOLIO。 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 TOBY。 Bolts and shackles！ FABIAN。 O； peace； peace； peace！ Now；
now。 MALVOLIO。 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； curtsies there to me… SIR TOBY。
Shall this fellow live？ FABIAN。 Though our silence be drawn from us
with cars； yet peace。 MALVOLIO。 I extend my hand to him thus；
quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control… SIR TOBY。
And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then？ MALVOLIO。 Saying
'Cousin Toby； my fortunes having cast me on your niece give me this
prerogative of speech'… SIR TOBY。 What； what？ MALVOLIO。 'You must
amend your drunkenness'… SIR TOBY。 Out； scab！ FABIAN。 Nay； patience；
or we break the sinews of our plot。 MALVOLIO。 'Besides； you waste the
treasure of your time with a foolish knight'… AGUECHEEK。 That's me； I
warrant you。 MALVOLIO。 'One Sir Andrew。' AGUECHEEK。 I knew 'twas
I； for many do call me fool。 MALVOLIO。 What employment have we here？
＇Taking up the letter＇ FABIAN。 Now is the woodcock near the gin。 SIR
TOBY。 O； peace！ And the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him！
MALVOLIO。 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。 AGUECHEEK。 Her C's； her U's； and her T's。 Why that？
MALVOLIO。 ＇Reads＇ 'To the unknown belov'd； 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？
FABIAN。 This wins him； liver and all。 MALVOLIO。 ＇Reads＇
Jove knows I love； But who？ Lips； do not move； No man must know。'
'No man must know。' What follows？ The numbers alter'd！ 'No man must
know。' If this should be thee； Malvolio？ SIR TOBY。 Marry； hang thee；
brock！ MALVOLIO。 ＇Reads＇
'I may command where I adore； But silence； like a Lucrece knife；
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With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore； M。 O。 A。 I。 doth sway my life。'
FABIAN。 A fustian riddle！ SIR TOBY。 Excellent wench； say I。
MALVOLIO。 'M。 O。 A。 I。 doth sway my life。' Nay； but first let me see； let
me see； let me see。 FABIAN。 What dish o' poison has she dress'd him！ SIR
TOBY。 And with what wing the staniel checks at it！ MALVOLIO。 '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。 O。 A。
I。… SIR TOBY。 O； ay； make up that！ He is now at a cold scent。 FABIAN。
Sowter will cry upon't for all this； though it be as rank as a fox。
MALVOLIO。 M… Malvolio； M… why； that begins my name。 FABIAN。 Did
not I say he would work it out？ The cur is excellent at faults。 MALVOLIO。
M… But then there is no consonancy in the sequel； that suffers under
probation： A should follow； but O does。 FABIAN。 And O shall end； I hope。
SIR TOBY。 Ay； or I'll cudgel him； and make him cry 'O！' MALVOLIO。
And then I comes behind。 FABIAN。 Ay； an you had any eye behind you；
you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you。
MALVOLIO。 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。 ＇Reads＇ '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 'em。 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 wish'd to see thee ever cross…
garter'd。 I say； remember； Go to； thou art made； if thou desir'st 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。'
Daylight and champain discovers not more。 This is open。 I will be
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proud； I will read politic authors； I will baffle Sir Toby； I will wash off