. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. bear baiting {Seventeenth Century) Enter Maria. How now, my metal of IndiaN ! Mar. Get ye all three intoN the box-tree: Malvolio scoming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sunpractising behaviour to his own shadow this half him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letterwill make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the nameof jesting ! Lie thou there [throws down a letter]; for herecomes the trout that must be caught with ticklingN. [Exit. Enter Malvolio. Mai. Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldme she did affect me: and I
. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. bear baiting {Seventeenth Century) Enter Maria. How now, my metal of IndiaN ! Mar. Get ye all three intoN the box-tree: Malvolio scoming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sunpractising behaviour to his own shadow this half him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letterwill make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the nameof jesting ! Lie thou there [throws down a letter]; for herecomes the trout that must be caught with ticklingN. [Exit. Enter Malvolio. Mai. Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldme she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thusnear, that, should she fancy06, it should be one of my com-plexion04. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect 48 TWELFTH NIGHT [act n. A STONE-BOW than any one else that follows her. What should I thinkon t? 25 Sir To. Heres an overweening rogue ! Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him: how he jetsD under his advancedN plumes ! Sir And. Slight1*, I could so beat the rogue ! Sir To. Peace, I say. 30 Mai. To be Count Malvolio ! Sir To. Ah, rogue ! Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him. Sir To. Peace, peace ! Mai. There is example for t; the lady of the Strachymarried the yeoman of the wardrobeN. Sir And. Fie on him, JezebelN ! Fab. O, peace ! now hes deeply in : look how imaginationblows him. 39 Mai. Having been three months married to her, sittingin my stateN, — Sir To. O, for a stone-bowD, to hit him in the eye ! Mai. Calling my officers about me, in my branchedvelvetN gown; having come from a day-bedN, where I haveleft Olivia sleeping, — Sir To. Fire and brimstone ! Fab. O, peace, peace ! Mai. And then to have the humour of stateN; and aftera demure travel of regardN, telling them I know my place
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