Fab. What dish o' poison has she dress'd him!

Sir To. And with what wing the staniel1 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.

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[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. opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang5 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 wished to see thee ever cross-garter'd I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest 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 champaign discover not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be pointdevise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade7 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 - garter'd; 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,s in yellow stockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.

[Reads] "Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertain'st my love, let it appear in thy smiling: thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee." Jove, I thank thee! I will smile; I will do everything that thou wilt have me. [Exit.

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.9

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.

Sir And. So could I too.

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Point-devise, precisely.

Jade, i.e. make me appear like a jade, ridiculous. Strange, stout, distant and proud.

Sophy, i.e. Sufi, Shah of Persia.

10 Tray-trip, a game at dice.