Sir Toby. A contagious breath.
Sir Andrew. Very sweet and contagious, i'
faith.
Sir Toby. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in
contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance
indeed ? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch
that will draw three souls out of one weaver ?
shall we do that ?

Sir Andrew, An you love me, let 's do 't : I am*
60 dog at a catch.
Clown. By V lady, sir, and some dogs will catch
well.
Sir Andrew, Most certain. Let our catch be,
" Thou knave."

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Clown. " Hold thy peace, thou knave," knight?
I shall be constrained in 't to call thee knave,
knight.
Sir Andrew. T is not the first time I have con-
strained one to call me knave. Begin, fool : it
begins " Hold thy peace."

Clown. I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
St'r Andrew. Good, V isiith. Come, begin. 70

[CalcA sung.
Enter Maria.
Maria. What a caterwauling do you keep here !
If my lady have not called up her steward Mal-
volio and bid him turn you out of doors, never
trust me.
Sir Toby. My lady 's a Cataian, we are politi-
cians, Malvolio 's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and " Three
merry men be'we." Am not I consanguineous?
am I not of her blood ? Tillyvally. Lady !
\Sings\ *' There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady,
lady!"

Clown. Beshrew me, the knight 's in admira,ble
fooling.
Sir Andrew. Ay. he does well enough if he be 80
disposed, and so do I too : he does it with a bet-
ter grace, but I do it more natural.
