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SIR TOBY
Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i’ th’ end, call me cut.
SIR ANDREW
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. [185]
SIR TOBY
Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack, ’tis too late to go to bed now. Come,
knight, come, knight.
Exeunt.
Scene IV IT
The Palace
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
DUKE
Give me some music. Now good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antic song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms [5]
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.
CURIO
He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
DUKE
Who was it? [10]
CURIO
Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia’s father took much
delight in. He is about the house.
DUKE
