Maria Flashcards
What a plauge means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care’s an enemy to life.
By my troth, sir Toby you come in earlier o’nights. Your cousin, my lady takes great exeptions to your ill hours!
Why let her exept before exepted!
Ay. but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of oder!
Confine? ill confine myself no futher than i am! these clothes are good enough to drink in and so be these boots too. and they be not, let them hang themselves in thier own straps!
That quafing and drinking will undo you! I heard my lady talk of it yesterday and of a foolish night you brought in one night to be her woer.
Who sire Andrew Aguecheek?
Ay he!
He’s as tall as any man in Illyrai.
Whats that to the propose?
Why he has three thousand ducats a year!
Ay, but hell have but a year in all these ducats, hes a very fool and a prodigal.
Fie that you say so ! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys and speaks three or four languages word for word!
He hath indeed for almost natrual. For besides hes a fool a great quarler and but that he hath the gift of a caword to ally the gust he hath in quarling tis thought among the prudent he would quikly have the gift of a grave.
By this hand they are scoundrels and substractos thay say so of him. Who are they?
They that more over hes drunk nightly in your compony!
to maria Bless you fair shrew
and you too sir
Good mistress accost I desire better aquaintence
My name is Mary, sir
By my troth I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?
Fair you well gentelmen.
Do you think you have fools in hand?
I have not you by the hand.
Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my hand.
Now sir, Though is free. I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery bar and let it drink.
Where fore sweathart? Whats your metaphor?
Its dry sire
Why I think so. I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But whats your jest?
Its a dry jest, sir
Are you full of them?
Ay, I have them at my fingers ends marry. Now I let go your hand I am barren.
Scene 5 Fools (viola finishes with “Myself would be his wife”
Nay I prithee, I wont open my mouth so wide as to let a bristle get in the way of they exuceuse. My lady will hang for thy absence!
Let her hang me. He that is hanged in this world needs no fear no colors.
Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent . or to be turned away. is that not as good as a hanging to you?
Many good hanging prevents a bad marriage, and fro turning away, let summer bear it out.
You are resolute then?
Not so, neaither, but I am resolved on two pionts.
That if one break the other will hold and if both break your gaskins fall?
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 Illyrai
Peace you rouge! no more o that. Here comes my lady. Make your excuse wisly, you were best.
Now mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speak’st well of fools!
Madam there is at the gate a young gentel man much desires to speak with you.
