Page 561 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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MALVOLIO
To be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY
Ah, rogue!
SIR ANDREW
Pistol him, pistol him!
SIR TOBY
Peace, peace! [35]
MALVOLIO
There is example for’t. The Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the
wardrobe.
SIR ANDREW
Fie on him, Jezebel!
FABIAN
O peace! now he’s deeply in: look how imagination blows him. [40]
MALVOLIO
Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state−
SIR TOBY
O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIO
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown, having come from
a day-bed, [45] where I have left Olivia sleeping−
SIR TOBY
Fire and brimstone!
FABIAN
O peace, peace!
