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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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Scene III. Olivia's house. note Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.

Sir To.

What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Mar.

By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' note nights: your cousin note, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.

Sir Toby.

Why, let her except, note before note excepted.

Mar.

Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Sir To.

Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be these boots too: an note they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.

Mar.

That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.

Sir To.

Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

Mar.

Ay, he.

-- 228 --

Sir To.

He's as tall a man as any's note in Illyria.

Mar.

What's that to the purpose?

Sir To.

Why, he has note three thousand ducats a year.

Mar.

Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats: he's a very fool and a prodigal.

Sir To.

Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys note, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.

Mar.

He hath indeed, almost note natural: for besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust note he hath in quarreling, 'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

Sir To.

By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors note that say so of him. Who are they?

Mar.

They that add, moreover, note he's drunk nightly in your company.

Sir To.

With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to her as long as there is note a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill note that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Castiliano vulgo note; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface note.

noteEnter note Sir Andrew Aguecheek.

Sir And.

Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!

Sir To.

Sweet Sir Andrew!

Sir And.

Bless you, fair shrew.

Mar.

And you too, sir.

Sir To.

Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.

-- 229 --

Sir And.

What's that?

Sir To.

My niece's chambermaid.

Sir And. note

Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance note.

Mar.

My name is Mary, sir.

Sir And.

Good Mistress Mary Accost note,—

Sir To.

You mistake, knight: ‘accost’ is front her, board her note, woo her, assail her.

Sir And.

By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of ‘accost’?

Mar.

Fare you well, gentlemen.

Sir To.

An thou let part note so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.

Sir And.

An note you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?

Mar.

Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Sir And.

Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.

Mar.

Now note, sir, ‘thought is free’: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

Sir And.

Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?

Mar.

It's dry, sir.

Sir And.

Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

Mar.

A dry jest, sir.

Sir And.

Are you full of them?

Mar.

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' note ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

[Exit. note

Sir To.

O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down?

-- 230 --

Sir And.

Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me note down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has note: but I am a great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.

Sir To.

No question.

Sir And.

An note I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.

Sir To.

Pourquoi note, my dear knight?

Sir And.

What is ‘pourquoi’? do or 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!

Sir To.

Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.

Sir And.

Why, would that have mended my hair?

Sir To.

Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by note nature.

Sir And.

But it becomes me note well enough, does't not?

Sir To.

Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and spin it off.

Sir And.

Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me: the count note himself here hard by woos her.

Sir To.

She'll none o' the count note: she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't note. Tut, there's life in't, man.

Sir And.

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.

Sir To.

Art thou good at these kickshawses note, knight?

Sir And.

As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man note.

-- 231 --

Sir To.

What is thy excellence note in a galliard, knight?

Sir And.

Faith, I can cut a caper.

Sir To.

And I can cut the mutton to't.

note

Sir And.

And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

Sir To.

Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in a coranto note? My very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace note. What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think note, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

Sir And.

Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a note flame-coloured note stock note. Shall we set note about some revels?

Sir To.

What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?

Sir And.

Taurus! That's note sides and heart.

Sir To.

No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee notecaper: ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!

[Exeunt. note
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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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