Mal.

Oh, ho, do you come near me, now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of singularity; and consequently, sets down the manner how; as a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have† ^note lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when she went away, now, let this fellow be look'd to: fellow!‡ ^note not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together. Well! Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.