Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scæna Tertia.
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Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.
¶Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the
120death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemie to
¶life.
¶a nights: your Cosin, my Lady, takes great exceptions
¶to your ill houres.
125To. Why let her except, before excepted.
¶modest limits of order.
130these boots too: and they be not, let them hang them-
¶Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you: I
¶knight that you brought in one night here, to be hir woer
135To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke?
¶Ma. I he.
¶To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
¶He's a very foole, and a prodigall.
¶boys, and speaks three or four languages word for word
¶without booke, & hath all the good gifts of nature.
¶he's a foole, he's a great quarreller: and but that hee hath
¶the gift of a Coward, to allay the gust he hath in quarrel-
¶ling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickely
¶haue the gift of a graue.
¶Ma. They that adde moreour, hee's drunke nightly
¶in your company.
¶To. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke
¶in Illyria: he's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not
¶drinke to my Neece. till his braines turne o'th toe, like a
¶Sir Andrew Agueface.
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Enter Sir Andrew.
¶And. What's that?
¶To. My Neeces Chamber-maid.
¶And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this
¶company. Is that the meaning of Accost?
175Ma. Far you well Gentlemen.
¶draw sword agen: Faire Lady, doe you thinke you haue
180fooles in hand?
¶Ma. Sir, I haue not you by'th hand.
¶hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke.
¶phor?
¶can keepe my hand dry. But what's your iest?
¶And. Are you full of them?
¶Ma. I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now
¶I let go your hand, I am barren.
Exit Maria
¶narie put me downe: mee thinkes sometimes I haue no
¶more wit then a Christian, or an ordinary man ha's: but I
¶am a great eater of beefe, and I beleeue that does harme
200to my wit.
¶home to morrow sir Toby.
¶bestowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing
¶dancing, and beare-bayting: O had I but followed the
¶Arts.
210An. Why, would that haue mended my haire?
¶the Connt himselfe here hard by, wooes her.
¶degree, neither in estate, yeares, nor wit: I haue heard her
220swear t. Tut there's life in't man.
¶uels sometimes altogether.
¶the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with
¶an old man.
¶To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
¶And. Faith, I can cut a caper.
230To. And I can cut the Mutton too't.
¶strong as any man in Illyria.
¶these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take
¶to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto?
¶as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dooest thou
¶meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by
240the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vn-
¶der the starre of a Galliard.
245Taurus?
¶per. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.
Exeunt
