him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find Exit notable cause to work. SIR TOBY BELCH SIR TOBY BELCH What wilt thou do? Good night, Penthesilea. MARIA SIR ANDREW I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of Before me, she's a good love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape SIR TOBY BELCH of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find what o' that? himself most feelingly personated. I can write very SIR ANDREW like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we I was adored once too. can hardly make distinction of our hands. SIR TOBY BELCH SIR TOBY BELCH Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for Excellent! I smell a device. more money. SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW I have't in my nose too. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. SIR TOBY BELCH SIR TOBY BELCH He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, Send for knight: if thou hast her not i' that they come from my niece, and that she's in the end, call me cut. love with him. SIR ANDREW MARIA If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. SIR TOBY BELCH SIR ANDREW Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late And your now would make him an ass. to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. MARIA Ass, I doubt not. Exeunt SIR ANDREW O, be admirable! SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace. MARIA Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others work with him. I will plant you two, and let the DUKE ORSINO fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. observe his construction of it. For this night, to Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. That old and antique song we heard last night:
him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. SIR TOBY BELCH What wilt thou do? MARIA I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. SIR TOBY BELCH Excellent! I smell a device. SIR ANDREW I have't in my nose too. SIR TOBY BELCH He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him. MARIA My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. SIR ANDREW And your now would make him an ass. MARIA Ass, I doubt not. SIR ANDREW O, be admirable! MARIA Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. Exit SIR TOBY BELCH Good night, Penthesilea. SIR ANDREW Before me, she's a good SIR TOBY BELCH She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that? SIR ANDREW I was adored once too. SIR TOBY BELCH Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money. SIR ANDREW If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. SIR TOBY BELCH Send for knight: if thou hast her not i' the end, call me cut. SIR ANDREW If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. SIR TOBY BELCH Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. Exeunt SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace. Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others DUKE ORSINO Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night:
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