Mar. 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.
Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?
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Sir To. 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.