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Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare

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Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA	Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA
SIR TOBY BELCH What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care’s an enemy to life.	SIR TOBY BELCH 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.	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 BELCH Why, let her except, before excepted.	SIR TOBY BELCH Why, let her except, before excepted.
MARIA Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.	MARIA Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
SIR TOBY BELCH 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.	SIR TOBY BELCH 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.	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 BELCH Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?	SIR TOBY BELCH Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIA Ay, he.	MARIA Ay, he.
SIR TOBY BELCH He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria.	SIR TOBY BELCH He’s as tall a man as any ’s in Illyria.
MARIA What’s that to the purpose?	MARIA What’s that to the purpose?
SIR TOBY BELCH 20 Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.	SIR TOBY BELCH 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.	MARIA Ay, but he’ll have but a year in all these ducats. He’s a very fool and a prodigal.
SIR TOBY BELCH Fie, that you’ll say so! He plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.	SIR TOBY BELCH Fie, that you’ll say so! He plays o' the 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 quarreler, and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarreling, ’tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.	MARIA He hath indeed, almost natural, for besides that he’s a fool, he’s a great quarreler, and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarreling, ’tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
SIR TOBY BELCH By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?	SIR TOBY BELCH By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?
MARIA They that add, moreover, he’s drunk nightly in your company.	MARIA They that add, moreover, he’s drunk nightly in your company.
SIR TOBY BELCH With drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. He’s a coward and a coistrel 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.	SIR TOBY BELCH With drinking healths to my niece. I’ll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. He’s a coward and a coistrel 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	Enter SIR ANDREW
SIR ANDREW Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!	SIR ANDREW Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!
SIR TOBY BELCH 40 Sweet Sir Andrew!	SIR TOBY BELCH Sweet Sir Andrew!
SIR ANDREW (to MARIA) Bless you, fair shrew.	SIR ANDREW (to MARIA) Bless you, fair shrew.
MARIA And you too, sir.	MARIA And you too, sir.
SIR TOBY BELCH Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.	SIR TOBY BELCH Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
SIR ANDREW What’s that?	SIR ANDREW What’s that?
SIR TOBY BELCH 45 My niece’s chambermaid.	SIR TOBY BELCH My niece’s chambermaid.
SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.	SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
MARIA My name is Mary, sir.	MARIA My name is Mary, sir.
SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Mary Accost—	SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Mary Accost—
SIR TOBY BELCH You mistake, knight. “Accost” is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.	SIR TOBY BELCH You mistake, knight. “Accost” is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
SIR ANDREW By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?	SIR ANDREW By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of “accost”?
MARIA Fare you well, gentlemen. (she starts to exit)	MARIA Fare you well, gentlemen. (she starts to exit)
SIR TOBY BELCH An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.	SIR TOBY BELCH An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.
SIR ANDREW An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?	SIR ANDREW 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 the hand.	MARIA Sir, I have not you by the hand.
SIR ANDREW Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my hand. (he offers her his hand)	SIR ANDREW Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my hand. (he offers her his hand)
MARIA (taking his hand) Now, sir, thought is free. I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.	MARIA (taking his hand) Now, sir, thought is free. I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
SIR ANDREW Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your metaphor?	SIR ANDREW Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your metaphor?
MARIA It’s dry, sir.	MARIA It’s dry, sir.
SIR ANDREW Why, I think so. I am not such an ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what’s your jest?	SIR ANDREW 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.	MARIA A dry jest, sir.
SIR ANDREW Are you full of them?	SIR ANDREW 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.	MARIA Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.
Exit	Exit
SIR TOBY BELCH O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary. When did I see thee so put down?	SIR TOBY BELCH O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary. When did I see thee so put down?
SIR ANDREW 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 a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.	SIR ANDREW 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 a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
SIR TOBY BELCH No question.	SIR TOBY BELCH No question.
SIR ANDREW An I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride home tomorrow, Sir Toby.	SIR ANDREW An I thought that, I’d forswear it. I’ll ride home tomorrow, Sir Toby.
SIR TOBY BELCH Pourquoi, my dear knight?	SIR TOBY BELCH Pourquoi, my dear knight?
SIR ANDREW 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 ANDREW 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 TOBY BELCH Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.	SIR TOBY BELCH Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
SIR ANDREW 85 Why, would that have mended my 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 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 ANDREW But it becomes me well enough, does ’t not?
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 TOBY BELCH 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 ANDREW Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, 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 ANDREW Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, 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 BELCH She’ll none o' the 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.	SIR TOBY BELCH She’ll none o' the 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.
SIR ANDREW 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 ANDREW 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 BELCH Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?	SIR TOBY BELCH Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
SIR ANDREW 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 ANDREW 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 BELCH What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?	SIR TOBY BELCH What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
SIR ANDREW Faith, I can cut a caper.	SIR ANDREW Faith, I can cut a caper.
SIR TOBY BELCH And I can cut the mutton to ’t.	SIR TOBY BELCH And I can cut the mutton to ’t.
SIR ANDREW And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.	SIR ANDREW And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 formed under the star of a galliard.	SIR TOBY BELCH 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 formed under the star of a galliard.
SIR ANDREW Ay, ’tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a dun-colored stock. Shall we set about some revels?	SIR ANDREW Ay, ’tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a dun-colored stock. Shall we set about some revels?
SIR TOBY BELCH What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus?	SIR TOBY BELCH What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus?
SIR ANDREW Taurus! That’s sides and heart.	SIR ANDREW Taurus! That’s sides and heart.
SIR TOBY BELCH No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see the caper. (SIR 120 ANDREW dances) Ha, higher! Ha, ha, excellent!	SIR TOBY BELCH No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see the caper. (SIR ANDREW dances) Ha, higher! Ha, ha, excellent!
Exeunt	Exeunt