I have sent out to him.

He says he'll come.

How shall I feast him?

What bestow of him?

For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

I speak too loud.

Where's Malvolio?

He is sad and civil, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.

He's coming, madam, but in a very strange manner.

He is sure possessed, madam.

Wh, what's the matter?

Does he rave?

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.

Go call him hither.

I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Sweet lady, ho, ho!

Smil'st thou?

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Sad, lady?

I could be sad.

This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that?

Why, how dost thou, man?

What is the matter with thee?

Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

To bed?

Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee.

God comfort thee.

Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?

Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

'Be not afraid of greatness' - ‘twas will writ.

What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?

'Some are born great' - Ha?

'Some achieve greatness' - What sayst thou?

'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'

Heaven restore thee!

'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings' - Yellow stockings?

'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'

Cross-gartered?

'Go to, thou art made if thou desir'st to be so.'

Why, this is very midsummer madness!

[snarls] The young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned.

I could hardly entreat him back.

He attends your Ladyship's pleasure.

I come to him.

Good M-- Good-- Good Maria, Let this fellow be looked to.

Where is my Uncle Toby?

Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.