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Twelfth Night
act iii   Scene II. A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
William Shakespeare
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       [Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.]
       SIR ANDREW
       No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
       SIR TOBY
       Thy reason, dear venom: give thy reason.
       FABIAN
       You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
       SIR ANDREW
       Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's
       servingman than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the
       orchard.
       SIR TOBY
       Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
       SIR ANDREW
       As plain as I see you now.
       FABIAN
       This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
       SIR ANDREW
       'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
       FABIAN
       I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment
       and reason.
       SIR TOBY
       And they have been grand jurymen since before Noah was a
       sailor.
       FABIAN
       She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to
       exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in
       your heart and brimstone in your liver. You should then have
       accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the
       mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was
       looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of
       this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed
       into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an
       icicle on Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some
       laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
       SIR ANDREW
       And't be any way, it must be with valour: for policy I
       hate; I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
       SIR TOBY
       Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
       valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt
       him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: and assure
       thyself there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in
       man's commendation with woman than report of valour.
       FABIAN
       There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
       SIR ANDREW
       Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
       SIR TOBY
       Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is
       no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention;
       taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou 'thou'st' him some
       thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in
       thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
       bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go about it. Let there be
       gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no
       matter. About it.
       SIR ANDREW
       Where shall I find you?
       SIR TOBY
       We'll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.
       [Exit SIR ANDREW.]
       FABIAN
       This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
       SIR TOBY
       I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.
       FABIAN
       We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.
       SIR TOBY
       Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth
       to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them
       together. For Andrew, if he were opened and you find so much
       blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the
       rest of the anatomy.
       FABIAN
       And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great
       presage of cruelty.
       [Enter MARIA.]
       SIR TOBY
       Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
       MARIA
       If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into
       stitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very
       renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by
       believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of
       grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
       SIR TOBY
       And cross-gartered?
       MARIA
       Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the
       church.--I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every
       point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile
       his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the
       augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as
       'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady
       will strike him; if she do, he'll smile and take't for a great
       favour.
       SIR TOBY
       Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
       [Exeunt.]