MARIA Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
MALVOLIO How now, mistress!
MARIA O Lord!
SIR TOBY BELCH Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do
you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
FABIAN No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is
rough, and will not be roughly used.
SIR TOBY BELCH Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?
MALVOLIO Sir!
SIR TOBY BELCH Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for
gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang
him, foul collier!
MARIA Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
MALVOLIO My prayers, minx!
MARIA No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
MALVOLIO Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know
more hereafter.
[Exit]
SIR TOBY BELCH Is't possible?
FABIAN If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
SIR TOBY BELCH His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
MARIA Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
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