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so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. -Marian, I say !--' a stoop of wine !
Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see the picture of we three?
Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok’st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee six pence for 'thy leman ; Had'st it?
Clo. I "did iinpeticoat thy gratuity ; for Malvolio's nofe is no whip-stock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is fix-pence for you : let's have a fong.
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a
a ftoop)-a bowl, a flaggon.
excellent breaft.]-great powers of voice. u thy leman ;]-sweetheart.
w did impeticoat thy gratuity; &c.]-impocket, or gave it to my petticoat companion-impericos thy gratillity. for though Malvolio may imelle out my amour, yet has he not power to punish me for it; my mistress is handsome, and the tap-room an unfit place to treat her at.
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or * a song of good life?
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
That can fing both high and low :
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir To. Good, good.
Present mirth bath present laughter ;
What's to come, is still unsure :
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we « make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouze the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?
a song of good life ?]-a jovial one, mistaken by Sir Andrew for one of a moral turn.
y come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a fuff]-give me a kiss, fweet, give me twenty, for, “ youth's a stuff”' &c.
z make the welkin dance)-drink till the sky seem to turn round.
a draw three souls out of one weaver ??]-vegetative, sensative, and reasonable. • Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?" MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, A& II, Sc. 3. Bene. Kk 2
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch.
Clo. By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrain’d in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold tby peace.
Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here? If my fady have not calld up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's ba Cataian, we are politicians ; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ? « Tilly valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!
[Singing. Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be dispos'd, and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,-- [Singing. Mar. For the love o'God, peace,
Enter Malvolio. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have
a Cataian, ]—a gipsy, a vixen. © Peg-a-Ramsey, and three merry men be we. ]— The name of one old song, and a fragment of another-Peggy Ramsey.
Tilly valley, ]-HENRY IV, Part II, Act II, Sc. 4. Hoft. fiddle faddle.
• lady, lady! ]—the burthen of a ballad, which Maria's mention of her lady brings to Sir Toby's remembrance.
you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your' coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches, • sneakcup
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsinan, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can feparate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you
farewel. Sir To. Farewel, dear beart, since I must needs be gone. Mal. Nay, good sir Toby. Clo. His eyes do sew bis days are almost done. Mal. Is't even so ? Sir To. But I will never die. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir To. Shall I bid bim go? Clo. What an if you do? Sir To. Shall I bid bim go, and spare not ? Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir To. Out o'time, sir, ye lie-Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too.
coziers')--cobler's, botcher's. & Sneck up! - The prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup.”
HENRY IV, Part I, A& III, Sc. 3. Fal. virtuous, ]-a puritan.
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Sir To. Thou’rt i’the right. Go, sir, rub your * chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, Maria !
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this * uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand.
[Exit. Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed; as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet fir Toby, be patient for to night ; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not 'gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know, I can do it.
Sir To. “ Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing conftantly but a time pleaser; an "affection'd ass, that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great swarths: the
kchain)- that's tarnished-a chain was formerly worn by stewards, as a mark of their superiority over the rests of the servants. k uncivil rule ; ]-riotous behaviour.
gull bim into a nayword',)--convert him into a proverb of reproach.
Peles us,]-give us a hint of thy design. MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act I, Sc. 3. sinth.
effectior'd ass, ibat cons fate without book, and utters it by great fwarıbs:)-affected, conceited ass, that studies nothing but pride, and deals it out by wholesale.