_Clo._ 'What an if you do?' 105 _Sir To._ 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?' _Clo._ 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.' _Sir To._ 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? 110 _Clo._ Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. _Sir To._ Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria! _Mal._ Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at 115 any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [_Exit._ _Mar._ Go shake your ears. _Sir And._ 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to 120 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 Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is 125 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. _Sir To._ Possess us, possess us; tell us something of 130 him. _Mar._ Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. _Sir And._ O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog! _Sir To._ What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? 135 _Sir And._ I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough. _Mar._ The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best 140 persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. _Sir To._ What wilt thou do? 145 _Mar._ I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on 150 a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. _Sir To._ Excellent! I smell a device. _Sir And._ I have 't in my nose too.