[15] _And thanks; and ever ... oft good turns_] _And thankes: and ever oft good turnes_ F1. _And thanks: and ever oft-good turns_ Pope (ed. 1). _And thanks: and ever-oft good turns_ Id. (ed. 2). _And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns_ Theobald. _And thanks, and ever; oft good turns_ Steevens (1778). _And thanks again and ever; oft good turns_ Rann (Tollet conj.). _And thanks, and ever thanks: oft good turns_ Malone. _And thanks, and ever thanks: often good turns_ Steevens (1794). _And thanks, and ever thanks; too oft good turns_ Seymour conj. _And thanks, still thanks; and very oft good turns_ Collier (Collier MS.). _And thanks, and ever thanks; though oft good turns_ Lettsom conj. _And thanks: and very oft good turns_ Grant White. _And thanks, and thanks; and very oft good turns_ Id. conj. [17] _worth_] _wealth_ Collier MS. [20] _lodging_] _lodging?_ F1. [26] _count his_] _Duke his_ Rowe. _County's_ Malone conj. [29] _people._] _people?_ Dyce. [36] _lapsed_] _latched_ Hunter conj. [47, 48] _you For an_] Ff. _you for An_ Theobald. As prose in Boswell. [48] Exeunt.] Ff. Exeunt severally. Capell. SCENE IV. OLIVIA'S _garden_. _Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ MARIA. _Oli._ I have sent after him: he says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. I speak too loud. Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil, 5 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes: Where is Malvolio? _Mar._ He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is, sure, possessed, madam. _Oli._ Why, what's the matter? does he rave? 10 _Mar._ 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. _Oli._ Go call him hither. [_Exit Maria._] I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. 15 _Re-enter_ MARIA, _with_ MALVOLIO. How now, Malvolio! _Mal._ Sweet lady, ho, ho. _Oli._ Smilest thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. _Mal._ Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some 20 obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and please all.' _Oli._ Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? 25 _Mal._ 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. _Oli._ Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? _Mal._ To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee. 30 _Oli._ God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft? _Mar._ How do you, Malvolio?