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Rh Sir Andrew. Fie on him, Jezebel! Fabian. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how imagination blows him. Malvolio. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my chair of state,— Sir Toby. O for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye! Malvolio. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping. Sir Toby. Fire and brimstone! Fabian. O peace, peace! Malvolio. And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travel of regard,—telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby. Sir Toby. Bolts and shackles! Fabian. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. Malvolio. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me: Sir Toby. Shall this fellow live? Fabian. Though our silence be drawn from us with cares, yet peace. Malvolio. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controul: Sir Toby. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then? Malvolio. Saying—Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech;— Sir Toby. What, what? Malvolio. You must amend your drunkenness. Fabian. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. Malvolio. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight—