Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

by William Shakespeare

MALVOLIO.
'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'

OLIVIA.
Heaven restore thee!

MALVOLIO.
'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'—

OLIVIA.
Thy yellow stockings!

MALVOLIO.
'And wish'd to see thee cross-garter'd.'

OLIVIA.
Cross-garter'd!

MALVOLIO.
'Go to, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so;'—

OLIVIA.
Am I made?

MALVOLIO.
'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'

OLIVIA.
Why, this is very midsummer madness.