Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
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1380
Scœna Secunda.
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Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
1385drew?
¶I saw't i'th Orchard.
¶Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward
¶you.
1395iudgement, and reason.
¶Noah was a Saylor.
1400to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liuer:
¶hand, and this was baulkt: the double gilt of this oppor-
¶the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang
¶deeme it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or
¶policie.
¶policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politi-
¶cian.
¶valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him
1415hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece shall take note of it,
¶can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,
¶then report of valour.
1420An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?
¶it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of
¶inuention: taunt him with the license of Inke: if thou
1425ny Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the
¶sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in Eng-
¶land, set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle e-
¶nough in thy inke, though thou write with a Goose-pen,
¶no matter: about it.
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Exit Sir Andrew.
¶Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby.
¶not deliuer't.
¶the youth to an answer. I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes
1440cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd
¶and you finde so much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the
¶foote of a flea, Ile eate the rest of th'anatomy.
¶great presage of cruelty.
1445
Enter Maria.
¶ned Heathen, a verie Renegatho; for there is no christian
1450that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly, can euer
¶yellow stockings.
1455Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murthe-
¶rer. He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt,
¶to betray him: He does smile his face into more lynes,
¶then is in the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the
1460ly forbeare hurling things at him, I know my Ladie will
¶fauour.
¶To. Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.
¶
Exeunt Omnes.
