Transcript (en)

How now, Malvolio? Sweet lady, ho, ho! Smilest thou, I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Sad lady? I could be sad, for this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross gartering. But what of that? Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee? Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? To bed! Aye, sweetheart, I'll come to thee. God comfort thee. Why dost thou smile so and kiss like hands so oft? Why, appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? Be not afraid of greatness. T'was well writ. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Some are born great. Huh? greatness. What sayest thou? And some have greatness thrust upon them. Heaven restore thee! Remember who commanded thy yellow stockings. Thy yellow stockings! And wish to see thee ever cross-gardered. Cross-gardered! Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so. Why, this is very Midsomer Madness!