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 beproud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man.I do not now fool myself to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me.She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-garter'd; 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 cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on.Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
[Reads] 'Thou canst not choose but know who I am.If thou entertain'st my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well.Therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.'
Jove, I thank thee.I will smile; I will do everything that thou wilt have me.Exit FABIAN.I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.SIR TOBY.I could marry this wench for this device.AGUECHEEK.So could I too.SIR TOBY.And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.Enter MARIAAGUECHEEK.Nor I neither.FABIAN.Here comes my noble gull- catcher.SIR TOBY.Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? AGUECHEEK.Or o' mine either? SIR TOBY.Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave? AGUECHEEK.I' faith, or I either? SIR TOBY.Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.MARIA.Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? SIR TOBY.Like aqua-vita! with a midwife.AIARIA.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- garter'd, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt.If you will see it, follow me.SIR TOBY.To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! AGUECHEEK.I'll make one too.Exeunt
