She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered, and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking.
Maria is excited to see how Malvolio acts
If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady. He will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a color she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests.
"(whispering) He’ll find it again, no matter how much it stinks."
Fabian and Toby compare Malvolio to a dog tracking a scent
(whispering) Oh, bad dog.—He’s losing the scent!
Malvolio admits that this riddle is hard to decode
“M.O.A.I.” This simulation is not as the former, and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft, here follows prose.
Malvolio reads a poem at the end of the letter
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands."
The poem by Maria tells Malvolio to do ridiculous things
Remember who commended thy yellow stockings and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered. I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desir’st to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune’s fingers.