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coystrill that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o' th' toe like a
parish…top。 What； wench！ Castiliano vulgo！ for here comes Sir Andrew
Agueface。
Enter SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK
AGUECHEEK。 Sir Toby Belch！ How now； Sir Toby Belch！ SIR
TOBY。 Sweet Sir Andrew！ AGUECHEEK。 Bless you； fair shrew。 MARIA。
And you too； sir。 SIR TOBY。 Accost； Sir Andrew； accost。 AGUECHEEK。
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What's that？ SIR TOBY。 My niece's chambermaid。 AGUECHEEK。 Good
Mistress Accost； I desire better acquaintance。 MARIA。 My name is Mary；
sir。 AGUECHEEK。 Good Mistress Mary Accost… SIR Toby。 You mistake；
knight。 'Accost' is front her； board her； woo her； assail her。 AGUECHEEK。
By my troth； I would not undertake her in this company。 Is that the
meaning of 'accost'？ MARIA。 Fare you well； gentlemen。 SIR TOBY。 An
thou let part so； Sir Andrew； would thou mightst never draw sword again！
AGUECHEEK。 An you part so； mistress； I would I might never draw
sword again。 Fair lady； do you think you have fools in hand？ MARIA。 Sir；
I have not you by th' hand。 AGUECHEEK。 Marry； but you shall have； and
here's my hand。 MARIA。 Now； sir； thought is free。 I pray you； bring your
hand to th' buttry…bar and let it drink。 AGUECHEEK。 Wherefore；
sweetheart？ What's your metaphor？ MARIA。 It's dry； sir。 AGUECHEEK。
Why； I think so； I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry。 But
what's your jest？ MARIA。 A dry jest； sir。 AGUECHEEK。 Are you full of
them？ MARIA。 Ay； sir； I have them at my fingers' ends； marry； now I let
go your hand； I am barren。 Exit MARIA SIR TOBY。 O knight； thou lack'st
a cup of canary！ When did I see thee so put down？ AGUECHEEK。 Never
in your life； I think； unless you see canary put me down。 Methinks
sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has； but
I am great eater of beef； and I believe that does harm to my wit。 SIR
TOBY。 No question。 AGUECHEEK。 An I thought that； I'd forswear it。 I'll
ride home to…morrow； Sir Toby。 SIR TOBY。 Pourquoi； my dear knight？
AGUECHEEK。 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。
Oh； had I but followed the arts！ SIR TOBY。 Then hadst thou had an
excellent head of hair。 AGUECHEEK。 Why； would that have mended my
hair？ SIR TOBY。 Past question； for thou seest it will not curl by nature。
AGUECHEEK。 But it becomes me well enough； does't not？ SIR TOBY。
Excellent； it hangs like flax on a distaff； and I hope to see a huswife take
thee between her legs and spin it off。 AGUECHEEK。 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 himself here hard by woos her。 SIR TOBY。
She'll none o' th' Count； she'll not match above her degree； neither in estate；
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years； nor wit； I have heard her swear't。 Tut； there's life in't； man。
AGUECHEEK。 I'll stay a month longer。 I am a fellow o' th' strangest mind
i' th' world； I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether。 SIR
TOBY。 Art thou good at these kickshawses； knight？ AGUECHEEK。 As
any man in Illyria； whatsoever he be； under the degree of my betters； and
yet I will not compare with an old man。 SIR TOBY。 What is thy excellence
in a galliard； knight？ AGUECHEEK。 Faith； I can cut a caper。 SIR TOBY。
And I can cut the mutton to't。 AGUECHEEK。 And I think I have the back…
trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria。 SIR TOBY。 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？ My very walk should be
a jig； I would not so much as make water but in a sink…a…pace。 What dost
thou mean？ Is it a world to hide virtues in？ I did think； by the excellent
constitution of thy leg； it was form'd under the star of a galliard。
AGUECHEEK。 Ay； 'tis strong； and it does indifferent well in flame…
colour'd stock。 Shall we set about some revels？ SIR TOBY。 What shall we
do else？ Were we not born under Taurus？ AGUECHEEK。 Taurus？ That's
sides and heart。 SIR TOBY。 No； sir； it is legs and thighs。 Let me see the
caper。 Ha； higher！ Ha； ha； excellent！ Exeunt
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SCENE IV。 The DUKE'S palace
Enter VALENTINE； and VIOLA in man's attire
VALENTINE。 If the Duke continue these favours towards you；
Cesario； you are like to be much advanc'd； he hath known you but three
days； and already you are no stranger。 VIOLA。 You either fear his humour
or my negligence； that you call in question the continuance of his love。 Is
he inconstant； sir； in his favours？ VALENTINE。 No； believe me。
Enter DUKE； CURIO； and ATTENDANTS
VIOLA。 I thank you。 Here comes the Count。 DUKE。 Who saw
Cesario； ho？ VIOLA。 On your attendance； my lord； here。 DUKE。 Stand
you awhile aloof。 Cesario； Thou know'st no less but all； I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul。 Therefore； good youth； address
thy gait unto her； Be not denied access； stand at her doors； And tell them
there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou have audience。 VIOLA。 Sure； my
noble lord； If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke； she never
will admit me。 DUKE。 Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds； Rather
than make unprofited return。 VIOLA。 Say I do speak with her； my lord；
what then？ DUKE。 O； then unfold the passion of my love； Surprise her
with discourse of my dear faith！ It shall become thee well to act my woes：
She will attend it better in thy youth Than in a nuncio's of more grave
aspect。 VIOLA。 I think not so； my lord。 DUKE。 Dear lad； believe it； For
they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man： Diana's lip Is
not more smooth and rubious； thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ；
shrill and sound； And all is semblative a woman's part。 I know thy
constellation is right apt For this affair。 Some four or five attend him… All；
if you will； for I myself am best When least in company。 Prosper well in
this； And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord To call his fortunes thine。
VIOLA。 I'll do my best To woo your lady。 ＇Aside＇ Yet； a barful strife！
Whoe'er I woo； myself would be his wife。
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SCENE V。 OLIVIA'S house
Enter MARIA and CLOWN
MARIA。 Nay； either tell me where thou hast been； or I will not open
my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse； my lady will
hang thee for thy absence。 CLOWN。 Let her hang me。 He that is well
hang'd in this world needs to fear no colours。 MARIA。 Make that good。
CLOWN。 He shall see none to fear。 MARIA。 A good lenten answer。 I can
tell thee where that saying was born； of 'I fear no colours。' CLOWN。
Where； good Mistress Mary？ MARIA。 In the wars； and that may you be
bold to say in your foolery。 CLOWN。 Well； God give them wisdom that
have it； and those that are fools； let them use their talents。 MARIA。 Yet
you will be hang'd for being so long absent； or to be turn'd away… is not
that as good as a hanging to you？ CLOWN。 Many a good hanging
prevents a bad marriage； and for turning away； let summer bear it out。
MARIA。 You are resolute； then？ CLOWN。 Not so； neither； but I am
resolv'd on two points。 MARIA。 That if one break； the other will hold； or
if both break； your gaskins fall。 CLOWN。 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 Illyria。 MARIA。 Peace； you rogue； no more
o' that。 Here comes my lady。 Make your excuse wisely； you were best。 Exit
Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO
CLOWN。 Wit； an't be thy