SIR TOBY BELCH

(sings) Shall I bid him go?

FOOL

(sings) What an if you do?

SIR TOBY BELCH

(sings) Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

FOOL

(sings) O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Out o' tune, sir. You lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou
think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and
ale?

FOOL

Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of
wine, Maria!

MALVOLIO

Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady’s favor at anything more than
contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule. She shall
know of it, by this hand.

[Exit]

MARIA

Go shake your ears!