![]() ![]() ![]() SIR TOBY BELCH Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. ![]() SIR ANDREW I hope, sir, you are and I am yours. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW SIR TOBY BELCH Save you, gentleman. ![]() 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. Exit VIOLA This fellow is wise enough to play the fool And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather That comes before his eye. I will construe to them whence you come who you are and what you would are out of my welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn. CLOWN The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. VIOLA I understand you, sir 'tis well begged. CLOWN I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. Is thy lady within? CLOWN Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? VIOLA Yes, being kept together and put to use. CLOWN Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! VIOLA By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one Aside though I would not have it grow on my chin. ![]()
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