[_Reads_] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open 130 their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who 135 commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, 140 THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY. Daylight and champain discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination 145 jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I 150 am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript. [_Reads_] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become 155 thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee. Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [_Exit._ _Fab._ I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 160 _Sir To._ I could marry this wench for this device. _Sir And._ So could I too. _Sir To._ And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. _Sir And._ Nor I neither. 165 _Fab._ Here comes my noble gull-catcher. _Re-enter_ MARIA. _Sir To._ Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? _Sir And._ Or o' mine either? _Sir To._ Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave? 170 _Sir And._ I' faith, or I either? _Sir To._ Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad. _Mar._ Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?