Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous ...

Reads 'By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the
world shall know it: though you have put me into
darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over
me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as
your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced
me ...

This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my
dog again.

Any thing.

Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

Come, let's see the event.

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.

Give ground, if you see him furious.

He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by
his form, as you are like to find him in the proof
of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful,
bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly
have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk
towards ...

I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a
mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

Here he comes with your niece: give them way till
he take leave, and presently after him.

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.

Good.

Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.

A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Good, and valiant.

Is't so saucy?

More matter for a May morning.

Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.

No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is
rough, and will not be roughly used.

Carry his water to the wise woman.

Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?

And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no
great presage of cruelty.

We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll
not deliver't?

This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.

There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

She did show favour to the youth in your sight only
to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.
You should then have accosted her; and with some
excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should
have banged the ...

I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgment and reason.

This was a great argument of love in her toward you.

You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.

Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

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

And O shall end, I hope.

Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.

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

What dish o' poison has she dressed him!

A fustian riddle!

This wins him, liver and all.

Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

O peace, peace, peace! now, now.

O, peace, peace!

O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how
imagination blows him.

O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o'
favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.