me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove,
not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
[Re-enter] Maria, with Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. 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.
Fab. Here he is, here he is. [How is't] with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?
Mal. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my [private]:
go off.