Page 552 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MARIA

My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.

SIR ANDREW
And your horse now would make him an ass. [165]

MARIA
Ass, I doubt not.

SIR ANDREW
O, ’twill be admirable!

MARIA
Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will work with him. I will plant

you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe
[170] his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event.
Farewell.
Exit.

SIR TOBY
Good night, Penthesilea.

SIR ANDREW
Before me, she’s a good wench.

SIR TOBY

She’s a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores [175] me: what o’ that?

SIR ANDREW

I was adored once too.

SIR TOBY
Let’s to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.

SIR ANDREW
If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul [180] way out.