Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA

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

MARIA. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o" nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.

SIR TOBY. Why, let her except before excepted.

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

SIR TOBY. 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 they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.

MARIA. 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 TOBY. Who? Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

MARIA. Ay, he.

SIR TOBY. He"s as tall a man as any"s in Illyria.

MARIA. What"s that to th" purpose?

SIR TOBY. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.

MARIA. Ay, but he"ll have but a year in all these ducats; he"s a very fool and a prodigal.

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

MARIA. He hath indeed, almost 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 he hath in quarrelling, "tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

SIR TOBY. By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors that say so of him. Who are they?

MARIA. They that add, moreover, he"s drunk nightly in your company.

SIR TOBY. With drinking healths to my niece; I"ll drink to her as long as there is a pa.s.sage 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" 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. 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, a.s.sail 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" b.u.t.try-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 a.s.s 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, 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 const.i.tution 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

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 n.o.ble 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 pa.s.sion 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.

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