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How now, mistress?
MARIA
O Lord!
SIR TOBY
Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way. [105] Do you not see you move
him? Let me alone with him.
FABIAN
No way but gentleness, gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be
roughly used.
SIR TOBY
Why, how now, my bawcock? How dost thou, chuck? [110]
MALVOLIO
Sir!
SIR TOBY
Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man, ’tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit
with Satan. Hang him, foul collier!
MARIA
Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get [115] him to pray.
MALVOLIO
My prayers, minx!
MARIA
No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
MALVOLIO
Go hang yourselves all: you are idle, shallow things, I am not of your
element: you shall know more [120] hereafter.
Exit.
