_Mar._ Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him. _Mal._ Ah, ha! does she so? _Sir To._ Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal 90 gently with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind. _Mal._ Do you know what you say? _Mar._ La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he 95 takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! _Fab._ Carry his water to the wise woman. _Mar._ Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. 100 _Mal._ How now, mistress! _Mar._ O Lord! _Sir To._ Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him. _Fab._ No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend 105 is rough, and will not be roughly used. _Sir To._ Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck? _Mal._ Sir! _Sir To._ Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis 110 not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier! _Mar._ Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray. _Mal._ My prayers, minx! 115 _Mar._ No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. _Mal._ Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. [_Exit._ _Sir To._ Is't possible? 120 _Fab._ If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. _Sir To._ His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. _Mar._ Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air 125 and taint. _Fab._ Why, we shall make him mad indeed. _Mar._ The house will be the quieter. _Sir To._ Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad: 130 we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. 135 _Enter_ SIR ANDREW. _Fab._ More matter for a May morning. _Sir And._ Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't. _Fab._ Is't so saucy? _Sir And._ Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. 140 _Sir To._ Give me. [_Reads_] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. _Fab._ Good, and valiant.