fo that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed be times. Does not our life confift of the four elements?

Sir And. 'Faith, fo they fay; but, I think, it rather confists of eating and drinking.

Sir To. Thou art a fcholar; let us therefore eat and drink. -Marian, I faya ftoop of wine!

Enter Clown.

Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never fee the picture of we three?

Sir To. Welcome, afs. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg; and fo fweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. In footh, thou waft in very gracious fooling laft night, when thou fpok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians paffing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I fent thee fix pence for thy leman; Had'st it?

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Clo. I did impeticoat thy gratuity; for Malvolio's nofe is no whip-ftock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a fong.

Sir To. Come on; there is fix-pence for you: let's have a fong.

Sir And. There's a teftril of me too: if one knight give a

thy leman;]-fweetheart.

w did impeticoat thy gratuity; &c.]-impocket, or gave it to my petticoat companion-impeticos thy gratillity. for though Malvolio may fmell out my amour, yet has he not power to punish me for it; my mistress is handfome, and the tap-room an unfit place to treat her at.

Clo.

Clo. Would you have a love-fong, or a fong of good life?

Sir To. A love-fong, a love-fong.

Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Clown fings.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and bear; your true-love's coming,
That can fing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty fweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wife man's fon doth know.

Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
Sir To. Good, good.

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Prefent mirth bath prefent laughter;
What's to come, is still unfure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kifs me, fweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true knight.

Sir To. A contagious breath.

Sir And. Very fweet and contagious, i'faith.

Sir To. To hear by the nofe, it is dulcet in contagion. But fhall we make the welkin dance indeed?

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Shall we rouze the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three fouls out of one weaver? fhall we do that?

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a fong of good life?]—a jovial one, mistaken by Sir Andrew for one of a moral turn.

Y come kifs me, fweet and twenty, youth's a stuff-give me a kiss, fweet, give me twenty, for," youth's a stuff" &c.

z make the welkin dance]-drink till the ky feem to turn round.

a draw three fouls out of one weaver ?]-vegetative, fensative, and reasonable.

"Is it not strange that theep's guts should bale fouls out of men's bodies ?” MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, A& II, Sc. 3. Bene.

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Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch.

Clo. By'r lady, fir, and fome dogs will catch well. Sir And. Moft certain: let our catch be, Thou knave. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I fhall be conftrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight.

Sir And. 'Tis not the firft time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace. Clo. I fhall never begin, if I hold my peace.

Sir. And. Good, i'faith! come, begin. [They fing a catch. Enter Maria.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here? If my łady have not call'd up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never truft me.

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Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we. Am not I confanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tilly valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!

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[Singing. Clo. Befhrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be difpos'd, and fo do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

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Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,

Mar. For the love o'God, peace.

Enter Malvolio.

[Singing.

Mal. My mafters, are you mad? or what are you? Have

a Cataian,]-a gipsy, a vixen.

Peg-a-Ramfey, and three merry men be we.]-The name of one old fong, and a fragment of another-Peggy Ramfey.

Tilly valley,]-HENRY IV, Part II, Act II, Sc. 4. Hoft. fiddle faddle.

lady, lady!]-the burthen of a ballad, which Maria's mention of her lady brings to Sir Toby's remembrance.

you

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 remorfe of voice? Is there no respect of place, perfons, nor time in you?

Sir To. We did keep time, fir, in our catches, sneakcup.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though fhe harbours you as her kinfman, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the houfe; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, fhe is very willing to bid you farewel. Sir To. Farewel, dear beart, fince I muft needs be gone. Mal. Nay, good fir Toby.

Clo. His eyes do fhew his days are almost done.
Mal. Is't even fo?

Sir To. But I will never die.

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

Mal. This is much credit to you.

Sir To. Shall I bid him go?

Clo. What an if you do?

Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

Sir To. Out o'time, fir, ye lie-Art any more than a steward? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, there fhall be no more cakes and ale?

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger fhall be hot i'the mouth too.

f coziers'] cobler's, botcher's.

& Sneck up!" The prince is a Jack, a freak-cup."

HENRY IV, Part I, A&t III, Sc. 3. Fal.

virtuous,]-a puritan.

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Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right.-Go, fir, rub your * chain with crums:-A ftoop of wine, Maria!

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; fhe fhall know of it, by this hand.

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Mar. Go fhake your ears.

[Exit.

Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed; as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.

Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar. Sweet fir Toby, be patient for to night; fince the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, the is much out of quiet. For Monfieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not 'gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie ftraight in my bed: I know, I can do it.

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Sir To. Poffefs us, poffefs us; tell us fomething of him. Mar. Marry, fir, fometimes he is a kind of puritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog. Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquifite reafon, dear knight?

Sir And. I have no exquifite reafon for't, but I have reafon good enough.

Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleafer; an "affection'd afs, that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great fwarths: the

kchain]-that's tarnished-a chain was formerly worn by stewards, as a mark of their fuperiority over the refts of the fervants.

kuncivil rule ;]-riotous behaviour.

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gull bim into a nayword,]-convert him into a proverb of reproach. Poffefs us,]-give us a hint of thy defign. MERCHANT OF VENICE, A& I, Sc. 3. Anth.

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affection'd afs, that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great fwarths:1-affected, conceited afs, that ftudies nothing but pride, and deals it out by wholefale.

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