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Sweet sir Andrew
Toby belch
Bless you, fair shrew
Accost sir Andrew, accost.
Toby belch
What’s that?
My niece’s chambermaid
Toby belch
Good mistress accost, I desire better acquaintance.
My name is Mary, sir.
Maria
Good mistress Mary accost,-
You mistake, knight; accost is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Toby belch
By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that meaning of accost?
An thou let part so, sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.
Toby belch
An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?
Sir, I have not you by the hand
Maria
Marry, but you shall have; and here’s my hand
Now sir, thought is free, I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery bar and let it drink
Maria
Wherefore, sweet heart? What’s your metaphor?
It’s dry, sir
Maria
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what’s your jest?
A dry jest sir
Maria
Are you full of them?
I knight thou jackets a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down
Toby belch
Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down. Methinks sometimes j have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a great waste of need and j believe that does harm to my wit
No question
Toby belch
An I thought that, I’ld forswear it. I’ll ride home tomorrow, sir Toby.
Porquoi, my dear knight?
Toby belch
What is porquoi? Do or do 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.
Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
Toby belch
Why, would that have mended my hair?
Past question; for thou sweat it will not curl by nature.
Toby belch
But it becomes me well enough, does’t not?
Excellent; it hangs like flax in a distaff; and j hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and spin it off.
Toby belch
Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it’s four to one shell none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
… I have heard her swear’t. Tut, there’s life in’t, man.
Toby belch
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.
Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
Toby belch
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man.
What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
Toby belch
Faith, I can cut a caper.
And I can cut the mutton to’t
Toby belch
And I think I have the back trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
… It was formed under the star of a galliard
Toby belch
Ay’ tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame colored stock. Shall we set about some revels?
What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
Toby belch
Taurus! That sides and heart.
(Singing)…then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youths a stuff will not endure
Clown
A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight
A contagious breath
Toby belch
Very sweet and contagious, I’ faith
…three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that?
Tony belch
An you love me, let’s do’t: I am dog at a catch
By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Clown
Moser rain. Let out catch be, thou knave.
Hold thy piece, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrained in’t to call thee knave, knight.
Clown
Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins “hold thy piece”.
I shall never begin if I hold my piece.
Clown
Good, I’ faith. Come, begin.
Besides me, the knights in admirable fooling.
Clown
At, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Maria
O, if I thought that i’ld beat him like a dog.
What, for being a Puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Toby belch
I have no exquisite reason for’t, but I have reason good enough.
Excellent! I have a smell device
Toby belch
I have’t in my nose too.
My purpose is indeed, a horse of that color.
Maria
And your horse now would make him an ass
Ass, I doubt not
Maria
O, ‘twill be admirable.
Good night, penthesilea
Toby belch
Before me, she’s a good wench
She’s a beagle, true need, and one that adores me: what o’ that?
Toby belch
I was adored once too.
Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money
Toby belch
I cannot recover your niece. I am a foul way out.
Send for money knight: if thou hast her not I’ the end, call me cut.
Toby belch
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
… How he jets under his advanced plumes!
Fabian
‘Slight, I could so be the rogue!
Ah, rogue!
Toby belch
Pistol him, pistol him.
… Yeoman of the wardrobe.
Malvolio
For on him Jezebel!
Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight, -
Malvolio
That’s me, I warrant you.
One sir Andrew
Malvolio
I knew, Twas I, for many do call me fool.
…it is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Malvolio
Her C’s, her U’s and her T’s: whys that?
I could marry this wench for the device
Toby belch
So could I, too.
And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
Toby belch
Nor I neither.
Wilt though set thy foot o’ my neck?
Or o’ mine either?
Shall I play my freedom at tray trip, and become thy bond-slave?
I’ faith, or I either?
To the gates of tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!
I’ll make one too.
And you sir
Viola
Dieu vous garde, Monsieur.
Et vous Aussi; votre serviteur.
Viola
I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
…the heavens rain odors on you!
Viola
That youths a rare courtier: rain odors well.
My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Viola
“Odors”, “pregnant”, and “vouchsafed”. I’ll get Em all three all ready.
Act 3 scene 2 opening
No, faith, I’ll stay a jot longer.
You must needs yield for your reason, sir Andrew.
Fabian
Marry, I saw your niece do more favors to the counts serving man than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw’t in the orchard.
Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me that.
Toby belch
As plain as I see you now.
This was a great argument of love in toward you.
Fabian
‘Slight, will you make an ass o’ me?
… Unless you redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valor or policy.
Fabian
An’t be any way, it must be with valor; for policy I hate.
There is no way but this, sir Andrew.
Fabian
Will either of you near me a challenge to him?
…though thou write with a goose pen, no matter: about it.
Toby belch
Where shall I find you!
More matter for a May morning. Fabian
Here’s the challenge, read it: warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in’t.
Is’ so saucy?
Fabian
Ay, is’t, I warrant him: do but read.
…thy friend, as thou unseat him and thy sworn enemy.
Toby
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I’ll give’t him.
… Proof would have earned him. Away!
Toby
Nay, let me alone for swearing.
…they say he has been fencer to the sophy.
Toby
Pox on’t, I’ll not meddle with him.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can a ace bold him yonder
Toby
Plague on’t, an I thought he had been valian and so cunning in fence, i’ld have seen him damned wee i’ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter skip, and I’ll give him my horse.
… He will not hurt you. Come on; to’t.
Toby
Pray God, he keep his oath!
Pray sir, put your sword up if you please. V
Viola
Marry, will I, sir, and, for that I promised your I’ll be as good as my word: he will bear easily and reins well.
A coward, a most devout coward, religious in if.
Fabian
‘Slid, I’ll after him again and beat him.
Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
Toby
And Ido not, –
…get themselves a good report.
Clown
Now, sir, have I met you again? There’s for you.
Come one sir, hold.
Toby
Nay, let him alone: I’ll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first.
… Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Olivia
For the love of God, a surgeon’ send one presently to sir Toby.
What’s the matter?
Olivia
He has broke my head across and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too, for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Who has done this, sir Andrew?
Olivia
The count’s gentleman. One, cesario, we took him for a coward, but he’s the very devil incarnate.
My gentleman cesario?
Orsino
‘Od’s lifelings, here it is! You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do’t by sir Toby.
… But I bespoke you fair, and Burt you not.
Viola
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.
Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with him?
Olivia
I’ll help you, sir Toby, because we’ll be dressed together
What, wench! Castiliano vulgo! For here comes sir Andrew agueface.
Toby belch
Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!
