WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Twelfth Night Remember to support your ideas with details from the writing. Read this passage carefully, and then answer the question that follows it: [OLIVIA's garden.] [Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.] Olivia: I have sent after him; he says he'll come. How shall I feast him? What bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. I speak too loud. Where's Malvolio? He is sad and civil, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes. Where is Malvolio? Maria: He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possess'd, madam. Olivia: Why, what's the matter? Does he rave? Maria: No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come; for sure the man is tainted in's wits. Olivia: Go call him hither. [Exit MARIA.] I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be [Re-enter MARIA with MALVOLIO.] How now, Malvolio! Malvolio: Sweet lady, ho, ho. Olivia: Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Malvolio: Sad, lady? I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: 'Please one and please all'. Olivia: Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee? Malvolio: Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Olivia: Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Malvolio: To bed? Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee. 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? 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. [from Act 3, Scene 4]