Ol. I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come: How shall I feast him? What bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd. I speake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and ciuill, And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes, Where is Maluolio? Mar. He's comming Madame: But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue? Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your Ladyship were best to haue some guard about you, if hee come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits Ol. Go call him hither. Enter Maluolio. I am as madde as hee, If sad and merry madnesse equall bee. How now Maluolio? Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho Ol. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood: This crosse-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 Mal. Why how doest thou man? What is the matter with thee? Mal. Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane hand Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio? Mal. To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee Ol. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and kisse thy hand so oft? Mar. How do you Maluolio? Maluo. At your request: Yes Nightingales answere Dawes Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldnesse before my Lady Mal. Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ Ol. What meanst thou by that Maluolio? Mal. Some are borne great Ol. Ha? Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse Ol. What sayst thou? Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them Ol. Heauen restore thee Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings Ol. Thy yellow stockings? Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd Ol. Crosse garter'd? Mal. Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so Ol. Am I made? Mal. If not, let me see thee a seruant still Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse. Enter Seruant. Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he attends your Ladyships pleasure Ol. Ile come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of my Dowry. Exit