>>5614676>>5614687>garter>Harry Potter (weird scarf colours??)I greatly fear for the sartorial direction of couture this season
MALVOLIO
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I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised!
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OLIVIA: Go call him hither.
[Exit MARIA]
I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
[Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO]
How now, Malvolio!
MALVOLIO: Sweet lady, ho, ho.
OLIVIA: Smilest thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
MALVOLIO: Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and please all.'
OLIVIA: Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
MALVOLIO: Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
OLIVIA: Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO: To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
OLIVIA: God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?
MARIA: How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO: At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
MARIA: Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO: 'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
OLIVIA: What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO: 'Some are born great,'--
OLIVIA: Ha!
MALVOLIO: 'Some achieve greatness,'--
OLIVIA: What sayest thou?
MALVOLIO: 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
OLIVIA: Heaven restore thee!
MALVOLIO: 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'--
OLIVIA: Thy yellow stockings!
MALVOLIO: 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
OLIVIA: Cross-gartered!
MALVOLIO: 'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--
OLIVIA: Am I made?
MALVOLIO: 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
OLIVIA: Why, this is very midsummer madness.
