Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 514 words
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He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreler: and but that he hath the gift of a Coward, to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. By this hand they are scoundrels and substractor that say so of him. Who are they? They that add moreour, he's drunk nightly in your company. With drinking healths to my Niece: I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, & drink in Illyria: he's a Coward and a Coistrel that will not drink to my Niece till his brains turn o' th' toe, like a parish top. What wench? Castiliano vulgo: for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface. Sir Toby Belch. How now sir Toby Belch? Sweet sir Andrew. Bless you fair Shrew. And you too sir. Accost Sir Andrew, accost. What's that? My Niece's Chambermaid. Good Mistress accost, I desire better acquaintance My name is Mary sir. Good mistress Mary, accost. You mistake knight: Accost, is front her, board her, woo her, assail her. By my troth I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of Accost? Far you well Gentlemen. And thou let part so Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again. And 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 ' th' hand. Marry but you shall have, and here's my hand. Now sir, thought is free: I pray you bring your hand to ' th' Buttery bar, and let it drink. Wherefore (sweetheart?) 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? I Sir, I have them at my finger's ends: marry now I let go your hand, I am barren. O knight, thou lackest a cup of Canary: when did I see thee so put down? Never in your life I think, unless you see Canary put me down: me thinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. No question. And I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to morrow sir Toby. Pur-quoy my dear knight? What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing dancing, and bear-baiting; O had I but followed the Arts. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. Why, would that have mended my hair? Past question, for thou seest it will not cool my nature But it becomes we well enough, dost not? Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff: & I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs, & spin it off.
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He hath indeed, almoſt naturall: for beſides that he's a foole, he's a great quarreller: and but that hee hath the gift of a Coward, to allay the guſt he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickely haue the gift of a graue. By this hand they are ſcoundrels and ſubſtractor▪ that ſay ſo of him. Who are they? They that adde moreour, hee's drunke nightly in your company. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke to her as long as there is a paſſage in my throat, & drinke in Illyria: he's a Coward and a Coyſtrill that will not drinke to my Neece▪ till his braines turne o' th toe, like a pariſh top. What wench? Caſtiliano vulgo: for here coms Sir Andrew Agueface. Sir Toby Belch. How now ſir Toby Belch? Sweet ſir Andrew. Bleſſe you faire Shrew. And you too ſir. Accoſt Sir Andrew, accoſt. What's that? My Neeces Chamber-maid. Good Miſtris accoſt, I deſire better acquaintance My name is Mary ſir. Good miſtris Mary, accoſt. You miſtake knight: Accoſt, is front her, boord her, woe her, aſſayle her. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of Accoſt? Far you well Gentlemen. And thou let part ſo Sir Andrew, would thou mightſt neuer draw ſword agen. And you part ſo miſtris, I would I might neuer draw ſword agen: Faire Lady, doe you thinke you haue fooles in hand? Sir, I haue not you by 'th hand. Marry but you ſhall haue, and heeres my hand. Now ſir▪ thought is free: I pray you bring your hand to 'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke. Wherefore (ſweet-heart?) What's your Metaphor? It's dry ſir. Why I thinke ſo: I am not ſuch an aſſe, but I can keepe my hand dry. But what's your ieſt? A dry ieſt Sir. Are you full of them? I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now I let go your hand, I am barren. O knight, thou lack'ſt a cup of Canarie: when did I ſee thee ſo put downe? Neuer in your life I thinke, vnleſſe you ſee Canarie put me downe: mee thinkes ſometimes I haue no more wit then a Chriſtian, or an ordinary man ha's: but I am a great eater of beefe, and I beleeue that does harme to my wit. No queſtion. And I thought that, I'de forſweare it. Ile ride home to morrow ſir Toby. Pur-quoy my deere knight? What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had beſtowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing dancing, and beare-bayting; O had I but followed the Arts. Then hadſt thou had an excellent head of haire. Why, would that haue mended my haire? Paſt queſtion, for thou ſeeſt it will not coole my nature But it becoms we wel enough, doſt not? Excellent, it hangs like flax on a diſtaffe: & I hope to ſee a huſwife take thee between her legs, & ſpin it off.