Clown How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?
SIR TOBY BELCH Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
SIR ANDREW By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,
and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In
sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last
night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the
Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas
very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy
leman: hadst it?
Clown I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
SIR ANDREW Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.
SIR TOBY BELCH Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.
SIR ANDREW There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--
Clown Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
SIR TOBY BELCH A love-song, a love-song.
SIR ANDREW Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clown [Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
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