SIR TOBY BELCH She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:
what o' that?
SIR ANDREW I was adored once too.
SIR TOBY BELCH Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
more money.
SIR ANDREW If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
SIR TOBY BELCH Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
the end, call me cut.
SIR ANDREW If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
SIR TOBY BELCH Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
[Exeunt]
TWELFTH NIGHT
ACT II
SCENE IV DUKE ORSINO's palace.
[Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others]
DUKE ORSINO Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
CURIO He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.
DUKE ORSINO Who was it?
CURIO Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
Olivia's father took much delight in.
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