Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a coistrel," that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Castiliano-vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface. 6 Enter SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch, how now, Sir Toby Belch! Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, sir. Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Sir And. What's that? Sir To. My niece's chambermaid. Sir And. Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. Mar. My name is Mary, sir. Sir And. Good Mistress Mary Accost Sir To. You mistake, knight; accost is, front her, woo her, assail her. Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again. Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand? Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. hand Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your to the buttery-bar, and let it drink.8 Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your metaphor ? Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? Mar. A dry jest, sir. Sir And. Are you full of them? Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand I am barren. [Exit. Sir To. O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down? Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. Sir To. No question. Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby. Sir To. Pourquoi, my dear knight? Sir And. What is pourquoi? do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed the arts! Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. Sir To. Past question; for thou see'st it will not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does 't not? Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee and spin it off. Sir And. Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby; your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she 'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her. Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in 't, man. Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether. Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshaws, knight? Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to 't. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture ?9 why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make a bow' but in a sink-apace.10 What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels? Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? Sir And. Taurus? that's sides and heart.11 Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee ha! higher ha, ha!-excellent! caper: [Exeunt. SCENE IV.A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire. Val. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. Vio. You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? Val. No, believe me. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Enter Duke, CURIO, and Attendants. Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho? Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow Vio. Sure, my noble lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke, she never will admit me. Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return. Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord, what then? Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect. Duke. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound ; I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair.-Some four or five attend him; When least in company.-Prosper well in this, To call his fortunes thine. To woo your lady: yet [Aside], a barful strife! [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in OLIVIA's House. Enter MARIA and Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence. Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours. Mar. Make that good. Clo. He shall see none to fear. Mar. A good lenten answer: 12 I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. Clo. Where, good Mistress Mary? Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Clo. Well, those that are fools let them use their talents. Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent; or, to be turned away-is not that as good as a hanging to you? Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. Mar. You are resolute, then? Clo. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points. Mar. That if one break the other will hold; or, if both break your gaskins fall. Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. |