commission. I will on with my speech in your praise, and then
show you the heart of my message.

OLIVIA.
Come to what is important in't; I forgive you the praise.

VIOLA.
Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 't is poetical.

OLIVIA.
It is the more like to be feign'd; I pray you, keep it in. I
heard you were saucy at my gates, and allow'd your approach
rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be
gone; if you have reason, be brief; 't is not that time of moon
with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

MARIA.
Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

VIOLA.
No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little longer. Some
mollification for your giant, sweet lady. Tell me your mind; I am
a messenger.

OLIVIA.
Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy
of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

VIOLA.
It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no