Enter Olivia and Maria.
Oli. I have sent after him:—He says, he'll come.
How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?
I speak too loud.——
Where is Malvolio?
Mar. He's coming, madam;
But in strange manner. He is sure possessed.
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam,
He does nothing but smile: your ladyship
Were best have guard about you, if he come;
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
Oli. Go call him hither.
[Exit Maria.
I'm as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.—
Enter Malvolio, in yellow Stockings, cross-garter'd, and Maria.
How now, Malvolio?