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And we do not, it is pity of our lives. [10]

Enter Maria.

SIR TOBY
Here comes the little villain. How now, my metal of India?

MARIA
Get ye all three into the box-tree. Malvolio’s coming down this walk; he has
been yonder i’ the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour:

[15] observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will make a
contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! (As the men hide,
she drops a letter.) Lie thou there: for here comes the trout that must be
caught with tickling. [20]
Exit.

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO
’Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me, and I
have heard herself come thus near, that should she fancy, it should be one of
my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than any
one else that follows her. [25] What should I think on’t?

SIR TOBY
Here’s an overweening rogue!

FABIAN
O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkeycock of him: how he jets under
his advanced plumes!

SIR ANDREW
’Slight, I could so beat the rogue! [30]

SIR TOBY
Peace, I say!