Page 532 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Enter Sir Toby.

OLIVIA
By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?

SIR TOBY
A gentleman.

OLIVIA
A gentleman? What gentleman?

SIR TOBY
’Tis a gentleman here− (Belches.) A plague o’ [115] these pickle-herring!
How now, sot?

CLOWN
Good Sir Toby!

OLIVIA
Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?

SIR TOBY
Lechery? I defy lechery. There’s one at the gate. [120]

OLIVIA
Ay, marry, what is he?

SIR TOBY
Let him be the devil and he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it’s all
one.

Exit.

OLIVIA

What’s a drunken man like, fool?

CLOWN