Mal.
Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worse
man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly
with the letter; she sends him on purpose that I may
appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in
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
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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 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! not Malvolio,
nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every
thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no
scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe
circumstance—what can be said? Nothing, that
can be, can come between me and the full prospect
of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this,
and he is to be thanked.
