What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
[Enter SIR ANDREW]
SIR ANDREW Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!
SIR TOBY BELCH Sweet Sir Andrew!
SIR ANDREW Bless you, fair shrew.
MARIA And you too, sir.
SIR TOBY BELCH Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
SIR ANDREW What's that?
SIR TOBY BELCH My niece's chambermaid.
SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
MARIA My name is Mary, sir.
SIR ANDREW Good Mistress Mary Accost,--
SIR TOBY BELCH You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board
her, woo her, assail her.
SIR ANDREW By my troth, I would not undertake her in this
company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
MARIA Fare you well, gentlemen.
SIR TOBY BELCH An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
never draw sword again.
SIR ANDREW An you part so, mistress, I would I might never
draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?
MARIA Sir, I have not you by the hand.
SIR ANDREW Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
MARIA Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
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