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Mal. Come, fir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so return'd: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
Enter for Toby, and fir Andrew. Sir To. PPROACH, fir Andrew : not to be abed after
midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo furgere, thou know'st,
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be
late. Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilld can: to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements ?
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou’rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Maria! I say; a stoop of wine.
Enter Clown. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
Clo. How now, my hearts ? did you never see the picture of we three?
Sir To. Welcome, ass, now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breaft. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to fing, as the fool has
. Insooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'ft of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith : I sent thee fix pence for thy leman, hadft it?
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-stock, my lady has a white hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
• He means to say, impocket thy gratuity. Sir T. H. [Perhaps, impeticoat thy gratuity. The fools were kept in long coats, to which the allusion is made. See Johnson.]
Sir And. Excellent ! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is fix pence for you: let's have a song.
That can fing both high and low.
Every wise man's son doth know.
Present mirth bath present laughter :
iVhat's to come, is still unsure.
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true knight.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me let's do't: I am a dog at a catch.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight. I shall be constrain’d in't, to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call
Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
[they fing a catch.
Sir To. My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be dispos’d, and
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Strike up.
that she harbours you as her uncle, she's nothing
would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid Sir To. Farewel, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.
(singing Clo. What an if you do? Sir To. Shall I bid bim go, and spare not ? Clo. O, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir To. Out o’tune, fır, ye lie: art thou any more than a steward? dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by faint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i'th' mouth too.
Sir To. Thou’rt i'th' right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crums. A stoop of wine, Maria.
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit.
Mar. Go, shake your ears.
Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet fir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the duke's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I can do it. Vol. II.