Page 589 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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SIR TOBY
Is’t possible?
FABIAN
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable
fiction.
SIR TOBY
His very genius hath taken the infection of [125] the device, man.
MARIA
Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air, and taint.
FABIAN
Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
MARIA
The house will be the quieter. [130]
SIR TOBY
Come, we’ll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the
belief that he’s mad: we may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance,
till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at
which time we will bring the [135] device to the bar, and crown thee for a
finder of madmen. But see, but see!
Enter Sir Andrew.
FABIAN
More matter for a May morning!
SIR ANDREW
Here’s the challenge, read it: I warrant there’s vinegar and pepper in’t. [140]
FABIAN
Is’t so saucy?
