SIR TOBY.
Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
FABIAN.
Here he is, here he is. How is’t with you, sir? How is’t with you, man?
MALVOLIO.
Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
MARIA.
Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
MALVOLIO.
Ah, ha! does she so?
SIR TOBY.
Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him. Let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? How is’t with you? What, man! defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
MALVOLIO.
Do you know what you say?
MARIA.
La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God he be not bewitched.
FABIAN.
Carry his water to th’ wise woman.
MARIA.
Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I’ll say.