SIR TOBY BELCH Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIA Ay, he.
SIR TOBY BELCH He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
MARIA What's that to the purpose?
SIR TOBY BELCH Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
MARIA Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
SIR TOBY BELCH Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages
word for word without book, and hath all the good
gifts of nature.
MARIA He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: 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.
SIR TOBY BELCH By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors
that say so of him. Who are they?
MARIA They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
SIR TOBY BELCH With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top.
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