Page 548 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.

SIR ANDREW
Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, [80] and so do I too: he does it
with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

SIR TOBY
(Sings)
O’ the twelfth day of December−

MARIA
For the love o’ God, peace!

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO
My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? [85] Have you no wit, manners,
nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
ale-house of my lady’s house, that ye squeak out your coziers’ catches
without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place,

persons, nor time [90] in you?

SIR TOBY
We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!

MALVOLIO
Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that though
she harbours you as her [95] kinsman, she’s nothing allied to your disorders.

If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to
the house: if not, and it would please you to take leave of her, she is very
willing to bid you farewell.

SIR TOBY [100]
(Sings)
Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be [100] gone.

MARIA