_Mal._ [_reads_] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes:--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! 85 and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be? _Fab._ This wins him, liver and all. _Mal._ [_reads_] Jove knows I love: But who? 90 Lips, do not move; No man must know. 'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio? _Sir To._ Marry, hang thee, brock! 95 _Mal._ [_reads_] I may command where I adore; But silence, like a Lucrece knife, With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. _Fab._ A fustian riddle! 100 _Sir To._ Excellent wench, say I. _Mal._ 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let me see, let me see, let me see. _Fab._ What dish o' poison has she dressed him! _Sir To._ And with what wing the staniel checks at it! 105 _Mal._ '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 110 in me,--Softly! M, O, A, I,-- _Sir To._ O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent. _Fab._ Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox. _Mal._ M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. 115 _Fab._ Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults. _Mal._ M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does. _Fab._ And O shall end, I hope. 120 _Sir To._ Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O! _Mal._ And then I comes behind. _Fab._ Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. _Mal._ M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 125 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.