FABIAN Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
MARIA The house will be the quieter.
SIR TOBY BELCH Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My
niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we
may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance,
till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt
us to have mercy on him: at which time we will
bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a
finder of madmen. But see, but see.
[Enter SIR ANDREW]
FABIAN More matter for a May morning.
SIR ANDREW Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
vinegar and pepper in't.
FABIAN Is't so saucy?
SIR ANDREW Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.
SIR TOBY BELCH Give me.
[Reads]
'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.'
FABIAN Good, and valiant.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads] 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,
why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'
FABIAN A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads] 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy
throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.
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