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For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly,
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him,
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me: [35]

What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master’s love:
As I am woman (now alas the day!)
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe?

O time, thou must untangle this, not I, [40]
It is too hard a knot for me t’untie.
(Exit.)

Scene III IT

Olivia’s House

Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

SIR TOBY
Approach, Sir Andrew; not to be abed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and
diluculo surgere, thou know’st−

SIR ANDREW
Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. [5]

SIR TOBY

A false conclusion: I hate it as unfilled can. To be up after midnight, and to go
to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed
betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements? [10]

SIR ANDREW
Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

SIR TOBY
Th’art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!

Enter Clown.