Sir To. Here comes the little villain.
How now, my [metal] of India!
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun
practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe
him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter
will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the
name of jesting! Lie thou there [throws down a letter];]
for here comes the trout that must be caught with