Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and
gown: he sees thee not.

Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do
it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.

You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in
some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

The house will be the quieter.

Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.

No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

O Lord!

Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes
it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

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.

Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

How do you, Malvolio?

No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if
he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.

He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He
is, sure, possessed, madam.

Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school
i' the church. I have dogged him, like his
murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his
face into more lines than is in the new map with the
augmentation ...

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself
into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
Christian, that means to be saved by believing
rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages
of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
his first approach before my lady: he will come to
her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;
and he will smile upon her, which will now be so
unsuitable to ...

Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the
sun practising behavior 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 ...

Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will
work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
fool make a third, where he shall find the letter:
observe his construction of it. For this night, to
bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.

Ass, I doubt not.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape
of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure
of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find
himself most feelingly personated. I can write very
like my lady ...

The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass,
that cons state without book and utters it by great
swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is
his grounds of faith that all that ...

Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the
youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is
much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me
alone with him: if I do not gull him into a
nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not ...

Go shake your ears.

Nay, good Sir Toby.

For the love o' God, peace!

What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
desires to speak with you.

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
break, your gaskins fall.

You are resolute, then?

Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'

Make that good.

Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in
way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.

A dry jest, sir.

It's dry, sir.

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Fare you well, gentlemen.

My name is Mary, sir.