Page 562 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MALVOLIO

And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard,
telling them I know my [50] place, as I would they should do theirs, to ask for
my kinsman Toby.

SIR TOBY
Bolts and shackles!

FABIAN

O peace, peace, peace! Now, now!

MALVOLIO

Seven of my people, with an obedient start, [55] make out for him. I frown
the while, and perchance wind up my watch, or play with my (Touching his
chain) − some rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me−

SIR TOBY
Shall this fellow live? [60]

FABIAN
Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace!

MALVOLIO
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with a austere

regard of control−

SIR TOBY
And does not Toby take you a blow o’ the lips [65] then?

MALVOLIO
Saying, ‘Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece give me this
prerogative of speech’−

SIR TOBY
What, what?

MALVOLIO