Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer daws.
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
Mal. Be not afraid of greatness:—'Twas well writ.
Oli. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,—
Oli. Ha?
Mal. Some achieve greatness,—
Oli. What say'st thou?
Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.
Oli. Heaven restore thee!