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Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
Twelfe Night, or, What you will. 261
725for thy Lemon, hadst it?
727is no Whip-stocke. My Lady has a white hand, and the
728Mermidons are no bottle-ale houses.
730all is done. Now a song.
732a song.
735life?
737An. I, I. I care not for good life.
738Clowne sings.
O Mistris mine where are you roming:
740O stay and heare, your true loues coming,
741That can sing both high and low.
742Trip no further prettie sweeting.
743Iourneys end in louers meeting,
745An. Excellent good, ifaith.
746To. Good, good.
747Clo.
What is loue, tis not heereafter,
750In delay there lies no plentie,
754To. A contagious breath.
757But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall wee
758rowze the night-Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three
759soules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that?
760And. And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a
761Catch.
765strain'd in't, to call thee knaue, Knight.
767call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace.
770Enter Maria.
771Mar. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If
772my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio, and
773bid him turne you out of doores, neuer trust me.
774To, My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios
775a Peg-a-ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I
777die, There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.
780do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more
781naturall.
782To. O the twelfe day of December.
783Mar. For the loue o'God peace.
784Enter Maluolio.
786Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble
787like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Ale-
789ers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?
797leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
799Mar. Nay good Sir Toby.
802To. But I will neuer dye.
803Clo. Sir Toby there you lye.
804Mal. This is much credit to you.
805To. Shall I bid him go.
806Clo. What and if you do?
808Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
811shall be no more Cakes and Ale?
813mouth too.
815crums. A stope of Wine Maria.
817at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue
819hand. Exit
821An. 'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans
822a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake
823promise with him, and make a foole of him.
824To. Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile
825deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
826Mar. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since
827the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is
828much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone
829with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make
830him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte e-
831nough to lye straight in my bed: I know I can do it.
834An. O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge.
836deere knight.
838good enough.
839Mar. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing
841cons State without booke, and vtters it by great swarths.
843with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all
844that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will
846To. What wilt thou do?
848loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his
849legge, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye,
851feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie
852your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make
that