To. To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir Andrew? An. And we do not, it is pittie of our liues. Enter Maria. To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my Mettle of India? Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling. Exit Enter Maluolio. Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of my complection. Besides she vses me with a more exalted respect, then any one else that followes her. What should I thinke on't? To. Heere's an ouer-weening rogue Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue To. Peace I say Mal. To be Count Maluolio To. Ah Rogue An. Pistoll him, pistoll him To. Peace, peace Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Strachy, married the yeoman of the wardrobe An. Fie on him Iezabel Fa. O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagination blowes him Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her, sitting in my state To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye Mal. Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I haue left Oliuia sleeping To. Fire and Brimstone Fa. O peace, peace Mal. And then to haue the humor of state: and after a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my kinsman Toby To. Boltes and shackles Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start, make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell: Toby approaches; curtsies there to me To. Shall this fellow liue? Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars, yet peace Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controll To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes, then? Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech To. What, what? Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse To. Out scab Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our plot? Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time, with a foolish knight And. That's mee I warrant you Mal. One sir Andrew And. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole Mal. What employment haue we heere? Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin