Besides, she uses me with a more
exalted respect than any one else that follows her.
What should I think on't?
SIR TOBY BELCH Here's an overweening rogue!
FABIAN O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
SIR ANDREW 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
SIR TOBY BELCH Peace, I say.
MALVOLIO To be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY BELCH Ah, rogue!
SIR ANDREW Pistol him, pistol him.
SIR TOBY BELCH Peace, peace!
MALVOLIO There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy
married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
SIR ANDREW 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 BELCH O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet
gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
Olivia sleeping,--
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 for my
kinsman Toby,--
SIR TOBY BELCH Bolts and shackles!
FABIAN O peace, peace, peace! now, now.
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