Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings;—
Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
Mal And wished to see thee cross-garter'd.
Oli. Cross-garter'd?
Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;—
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
Oli. Why, this is very Midsummer madness.
Enter Fabian.
Fab. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.