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Exeunt.
Scene III IT
Olivia’s House
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 [5] 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 [10] am. These clothes are good
enough to drink in, and so be these boots too: and 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 [15] knight that you brought in one night here to be her
wooer.
SIR TOBY
Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIA
