Page 564 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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MALVOLIO
(Reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes.
Her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! and the impressure [90] her
Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: ’tis my lady! To whom should this be?
(He opens the letter.)
FABIAN
This wins him, liver and all.
MALVOLIO
(Reads)
Jove knows I love;
But who? [95]
Lips, do not move,
No man must know.
‘No man must know’! What follows? The numbers altered! ‘No man must
know’!−If this should be thee, Malvolio! [100]
SIR TOBY
Marry, hang thee, brock!
MALVOLIO
(Reads)
I may command where I adore;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. [105]
FABIAN
A fustian riddle!
SIR TOBY
Excellent wench, say I.
MALVOLIO
‘M.O.A.I. doth sway my life’.−Nay, but first let me see, let me see, let me
see.
