| Twelfth Night
| Act 1, Scene 3
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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIASIR TOBY BELCH
What a plague means my niece, to take the death ofMARIA
her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'SIR TOBY BELCH
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
exceptions to your ill hours.
Why, let her except, before excepted.MARIA
Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modestSIR TOBY BELCH
limits of order.
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:MARIA
these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heardSIR TOBY BELCH
my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish
knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?MARIA
Ay, he.SIR TOBY BELCH
He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.MARIA
What's that to the purpose?SIR TOBY BELCH
Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.MARIA
Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:SIR TOBY BELCH
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' theMARIA
viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages
word for word without book, and hath all the good
gifts of nature.
He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides thatSIR TOBY BELCH
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he
hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent
he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractorsMARIA
that say so of him. Who are they?
They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.SIR TOBY BELCH
With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink toSIR ANDREW
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
Enter SIR ANDREW
Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!SIR TOBY BELCH
Sweet Sir Andrew!SIR ANDREW
Bless you, fair shrew.MARIA
And you too, sir.SIR TOBY BELCH
Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.SIR ANDREW
What's that?SIR TOBY BELCH
My niece's chambermaid.SIR ANDREW
Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.MARIA
My name is Mary, sir.SIR ANDREW
Good Mistress Mary Accost,--SIR TOBY BELCH
You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, boardSIR ANDREW
her, woo her, assail her.
By my troth, I would not undertake her in thisMARIA
company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
Fare you well, gentlemen.SIR TOBY BELCH
An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightstSIR ANDREW
never draw sword again.
An you part so, mistress, I would I might neverMARIA
draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?
Sir, I have not you by the hand.SIR ANDREW
Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.MARIA
Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bringSIR ANDREW
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?MARIA
It's dry, sir.SIR ANDREW
Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I canMARIA
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
A dry jest, sir.SIR ANDREW
Are you full of them?MARIA
Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,SIR TOBY BELCH
now I let go your hand, I am barren.
O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did ISIR ANDREW
see thee so put down?
Never in your life, I think; unless you see canarySIR TOBY BELCH
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
No question.SIR ANDREW
An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride homeSIR TOBY BELCH
to-morrow, Sir Toby.
Pourquoi, my dear knight?SIR ANDREW
What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I hadSIR TOBY BELCH
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.SIR ANDREW
Why, would that have mended my hair?SIR TOBY BELCH
Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.SIR ANDREW
But it becomes me well enough, does't not?SIR TOBY BELCH
Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and ISIR ANDREW
hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs
and spin it off.
Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your nieceSIR TOBY BELCH
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.
She'll none o' the count: she'll not match aboveSIR ANDREW
her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' theSIR TOBY BELCH
strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques
and revels sometimes altogether.
Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?SIR ANDREW
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under theSIR TOBY BELCH
degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
with an old man.
What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?SIR ANDREW
Faith, I can cut a caper.SIR TOBY BELCH
And I can cut the mutton to't.SIR ANDREW
And I think I have the back-trick simply as strongSIR TOBY BELCH
as any man in Illyria.
Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore haveSIR ANDREW
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 formed under the star of a galliard.
Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in aSIR TOBY BELCH
flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?SIR ANDREW
Taurus! That's sides and heart.SIR TOBY BELCH
No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the
caper; ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!
| Twelfth Night
| Act 1, Scene 3
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