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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 ftooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
Vio. None of my lord's ring? why, he fent her none;
Enter fir Toby, and fir Andrew.
be abed after
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late.
Sir To. A falfe conclufion: I hate it as an unfill'd 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 confift of the four elements?
Sir And. 'Faith, fo they fay; but, I think, it rather confists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Maria! I fay; a stoop of wine.
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, afs, now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg, and so sweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. Infooth, thou waft in very gracious fooling laft night, when thou fpok'ft of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians paffing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith: I sent thee fix pence for thy leman, hadst 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 fay, impocket thy gratuity. Sir T. H. [Perhaps, impeticoat thy gratuity. The fools were kept in long coats, to which the allufion is made. See Johnson.]
Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the beft fooling, when all is done. Now a fong.
Sir To. Come on; there is fix pence for you: let's have a fong.
Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
O miftrefs mine, where are you roaming?
Every wife man's fon doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, 'faith!
Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter:
Then come kifs me, fweet, and twenty :
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true knight.
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very fweet and contagious, i'faith.
Sir To. To hear by the nofe, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? fhall we roufe the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three fouls out of one weaver? fhall 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 conftrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace. Clo. I fhall never begin, if I hold my peace. Sir And. Good, i'faith: come, begin.
[they fing a catch.
Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here? if my lady have not call'd up her fteward Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never truft me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramfey, and Three merry men be we. Am not I confanguinious? am not I of her blood? Tilly valley, lady! there dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady. [finging.
Clo.. Befhrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be difpos'd, and fo do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir To. O, the twelfth day of december.
Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? have you no wit, manners, nor honefty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? do you make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye fqueak out your cofiers' catches without any mitigation or remorfe of voice? is there no refpect of place, perfons, nor time in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, fir, in our catches. Strike up. Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that she harbours you as her uncle, she's nothing ally'd to your diforders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the houfe: if not, an it
would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewel.
Sir To. Farewel, dear heart, fince I must needs be gone.
Mal. Nay, good fir Toby.
Clo. His eyes do fhow his days are almost done.
Sir To. But I will never die.
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Sir To. Shall I bid him go:
Clo. What an if you do?
Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
Sir To. Out o'tune, fir, ye lie: art thou any more than a fteward? doft 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
Sir To. Thou'rt i'th' right. Go, fir, rub your chain with crums. A ftoop of wine, Maria.
Mal. Miftrefs 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.
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; fince the youth of the duke's was to-day with my lady, fhe is much out of quiet. For monfieur 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 ftraight in my bed: I know, I can do it.