"Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than anyone else that follows her. What should I think on 't? To be Count Malvolio."
"Fie on him, Jezebel!"
"Pistol him, pistol him!"
"Contemplation makes a rare turkeycock out of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!"
"He will come to her in yelow stockings, and 'tis a color she abhors, and cross gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt."
"Jove, I thank thee! I will smile. I will do everything that thou wilt have me."