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