This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW]
SIR TOBY BELCH Save you, gentleman.
VIOLA And you, sir.
SIR ANDREW Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
VIOLA Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
SIR ANDREW I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
SIR TOBY BELCH Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous
you should enter, if your trade be to her.
VIOLA I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
list of my voyage.
SIR TOBY BELCH Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
VIOLA My legs do better understand me, sir, than I
understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
SIR TOBY BELCH I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
VIOLA I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
are prevented.
[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
odours on you!
SIR ANDREW That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.
VIOLA My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
and vouchsafed ear.
SIR ANDREW 'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em
all three all ready.
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