- Maria:
- Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
- Malvolio:
- My prayers, minx!
- Maria:
- No; I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
- Malvolio:
- Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things, I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter. [Exit]
- Sir Toby:
- Is't possible?
- Fabian:
- If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
- (Twelfth Night, Act 3, scene 4, 118–128)
January 20, 2010, 6:00pm
