ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.' Nay, good Sir Toby. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.' Is't even so? 'But I will never die.' Sir Toby, there you lie. This is much credit to you. 'Shall I bid him go?' 'What an if you do?' 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?' 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.' Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria! Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. Go shake your ears. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him and make a fool of him. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur 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 straight in my bed: I know I can do it. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog! What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough