[Oli.] Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter
with thee?
Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.
It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed:
I think we do know [the sweet] Roman hand.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
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Mal. To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and