SIR ANDREW Excellent good, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCH Good, good.
Clown [Sings]
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
SIR ANDREW A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
SIR TOBY BELCH A contagious breath.
SIR ANDREW Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCH To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three
souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
SIR ANDREW An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
Clown By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
SIR ANDREW Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
Clown 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
SIR ANDREW 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
Clown I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
SIR ANDREW Good, i' faith.
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