MALVOLIO Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make
out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind
up watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,--
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 BELCH 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 BELCH What, what?
MALVOLIO 'You must amend your drunkenness.'
SIR TOBY BELCH 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,'--
SIR ANDREW That's me, I warrant you.
MALVOLIO 'One Sir Andrew,'--
SIR ANDREW 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 BELCH O, peace! and the spirit of humour 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.
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