I thank my stars I am happy. I will
be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting
on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a
postscript.
[Reads]
'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou
entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling;
thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.'
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do
everything that thou wilt have me.
[Exit]
FABIAN I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
SIR TOBY BELCH I could marry this wench for this device.
SIR ANDREW So could I too.
SIR TOBY BELCH And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
SIR ANDREW Nor I neither.
FABIAN Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
[Re-enter MARIA]
SIR TOBY BELCH Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
SIR ANDREW Or o' mine either?
SIR TOBY BELCH Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy
bond-slave?
SIR ANDREW I' faith, or I either?
SIR TOBY BELCH Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
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