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SIR ANDREW So could I too. SIR TOBY BELCH And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest. SIR ANDREW Nor I neither. FABIAN Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Re-enter MARIA SIR TOBY BELCH Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? SIR ANDREW Or o' mine either? SIR TOBY BELCH Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy SIR ANDREW I' faith, or I either? SIR TOBY BELCH Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when MARIA Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? SIR TOBY BELCH Like aqua-vitae with a midwife. MARIA If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark SIR TOBY BELCH To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! |
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