Ol. Ha?
Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse
Ol. What sayst thou?
Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them
Ol. Heauen restore thee
Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings
Ol. Thy yellow stockings?
Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd
Ol. Crosse garter'd?
Mal. Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so
Ol. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a seruant still
Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.
Enter Seruant.
Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he attends your Ladyships pleasure
Ol. Ile come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of my Dowry.