OLIVIA. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss thy hand so oft?
MARIA.
How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO.
At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
MARIA.
Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO.
'Be not afraid of greatness'; 'twas well writ.
OLIVIA.
What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO.
'Some are born great,'—
OLIVIA.
Ha!
MALVOLIO.
'Some achieve greatness,'—
OLIVIA.
What say'st thou?