doth sway my life.« Nay, but first let me see, let me see, let me see.

FAB. What dish a' poison has she dress'd him!

SIR TO. And with what wing the [staniel] checks at it!

MAL. »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 position portend? If I could make that resemble something in me! Softly! M.O.A.I. –

SIR TO. O ay, make up that. He is now at a cold scent.

FAB. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

MAL. M – Malvolio; M – why, that begins my name.

FAB. Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is excellent at faults.

MAL. M – but then there is no consonancy in the sequel that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.

FAB. And O shall end, I hope.

SIR TO. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!

MAL. And then I comes behind.

FAB. Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

MAL. M.O.A.I. This simulation is not as the former; and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft, here follows prose.

[Reads.] »If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are [born] great, some [achieve] greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee ever cross-garter'd: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made if thou desir'st to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

The Fortunate-Unhappy.«

Daylight and champian discovers not more. This is open.