Twelfth Night, or What You Will
This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service; (4.3.1)
To be Count Malvolio!
Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet
gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
And then to have the humour of state; and after a
demure travel of regard, telling them I know my
place as I would they should do theirs (2.5.2)
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. (5.1.30)