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OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It
did come to his hands, and commands shall be
executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss
thy hand so oft?
MARIA How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO 'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO 'Some are born great,'--
OLIVIA Ha!
MALVOLIO 'Some achieve greatness,'--
OLIVIA What sayest thou?
MALVOLIO 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!
MALVOLIO 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'--
OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings!
MALVOLIO 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
OLIVIA Cross-gartered!
MALVOLIO 'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--
OLIVIA Am I made?
MALVOLIO 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.
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