OLIVIA: Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO (kissing his hand): To bed?
'Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee."
OLIVIA:God comfort thee.
Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
MARIA: How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO: At your request?—yes, nightingales answer daws.
MARIA: Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO: 'Be not afraid of greatness'—'twas well writ.
OLIVIA: What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO: 'Some are born great'—
MALVOLIO: 'Some achieve greatness'—
OLIVIA: What sayst thou?
MALVOLIO: 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
OLIVIA: Heaven restore thee.
MALVOLIO: 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings'—
OLIVIA: 'Thy yellow stockings'?
MALVOLIO: 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
MALVOLIO: 'Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be SO.'
OLIVIA: Am I made?
MALVOLIO: 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
OLIVIA: Why, this is very midsummer madness.
Malvolio is clearly confused about which play he is in.