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SIR ANDREW

Here comes the fool, i’ faith. [15]

CLOWN
How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of ‘we three’?

SIR TOBY
Welcome, ass. Now let’s have a catch.

SIR ANDREW
By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings
I had such a leg, [20] and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In

sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok’st of
Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: ’twas very
good, i’ faith: I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it? [25]

CLOWN
I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Malvolio’s nose is no whipstock, my lady has
a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

SIR ANDREW

Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now a song! [30]

SIR TOBY

Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let’s have a song.

SIR ANDREW
There’s a testril of me too: if one knight give a−

CLOWN
Would you have a love-song, or a song of good [35] life?

SIR TOBY
A love-song, a love-song.

SIR ANDREW
Ay, ay. I care not for good life.