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SIR ANDREW

By my troth, I would not undertake her in [55] this company. Is that the
meaning of ‘accost’?

MARIA
Fare you well, gentlemen.

SIR TOBY
And thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou might’st never draw sword

again!

SIR ANDREW

And you part so, mistress, I would I might [60] never draw sword again. Fair
lady, do you think you have fools in hand?

MARIA
Sir, I have not you by th’ hand.

SIR ANDREW
Marry, but you shall have, and here’s my hand. [65]

MARIA
Now, sir, thought is free. I pray you bring your hand to th’ buttery bar and let
it drink.

SIR ANDREW

Wherefore, sweetheart? What’s your metaphor?

MARIA

It’s dry, sir. [70]

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.