Page 565 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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FABIAN
What dish o’ poison has she dressed him! [110]
SIR TOBY
And with what wing the staniel checks at it!
MALVOLIO
‘I may command where I adore’. Why, she may command me: I serve her,
she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no
obstruction in this. And the end: what should that alphabetical [115] position
portend? If I could make that resemble something in me! Softly! ‘M.O.A.I.’−
SIR TOBY
O ay, make up that! He is now at a cold scent.
FABIAN
Sowter will cry upon’t for all this, though it be as rank as a fox. [120]
MALVOLIO
‘M’−Malvolio! ‘M’! Why, that begins my name!
FABIAN
Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.
MALVOLIO
‘M’−But then there is no consonancy in the [125 sequel; that suffers under
probation: ‘A’ should follow, but ‘O’ does.
FABIAN
And «O» shall end, I hope.
SIR TOBY
Ay, or I’ll cudgel him, and make him cry ‘O’!
MALVOLIO
And then ‘I’ comes behind. [130]
