Where Art Thou Malvolio's Sonnet

O, who is't am I, and what of mine own brother?
I told myself that mine heart was too hurt to love another person.
Yet here he is. Cesario.
Alas, methinks I did betray myself. I has't forgotten about mine own brother.
And anon i’ve gone and embarrass'd myself in front of the man i loveth.
What a fool love has turned me into.
But doest that gent loveth me? Yond knave is a puzzle.
I has ask’d thee what thou think’st of me.
“That you do think you are not what you are.”
What does thee cullionly by this, sweet sir? I do not know.
O Cesario, with features so gentle and soft and thy clever way with words
I would you loveth me as i loveth thee.
Methinks I’ve caught the plague.
O, I feel lovesick. Where art thou Malvolio?