What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights: your cousin, my lady takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Why let her except before excepted.
Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am these clothes are good enough to drink in and so be these boots too an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
Who sir Andrew Aguecheek?
Ay, he.
He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
What's that to the purpose?
Why he has three thousand ducats a year.
Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats he's a very fool and a prodigal.
Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
He hath indeed, almost natural, for besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought amoung the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors that say so of him. Who are they?
They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
Bless you, fair shrew.
And you too, sir.
Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
My name is Mary, sir.
By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of 'accost?
Fare you well, gentlemen.
An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?
Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Marry, but you shall have, and here's my hand.
Now, sir thought is free I pray you bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
Wherefore, sweet-heart? What's your metaphor?
It's dry sir.
Why, I think so I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
A dry jest, sir.
Are you full of them?
Ay, sir I have them at my fingers' ends marry now I let go your hand, I am barren.