sir andrew lines

My gentleman, Cesario?

'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for nothing, and that that I did I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

'Odours', 'pregnant', and 'vouchsafed' i'll get em all three ready.

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it

'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

Go shake your ears

'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field and then to break promise with him and make a fool of him.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

Do cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword

An I do not,--

Shall we do that?

An you love me, let's do it. I am a dog at catch

Unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt of either valour or policy.

An't by any way, it must be with valour, for policy I hate

And I can cut the mutton to't.

And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour

And your horse now would make him an ass.

a dry jest, sir

Are you full of them?

Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me that.

As plain as I see you now.

A long-song, a love-song

Ay ay, I care not for good life.

Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling

Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

Is't so saucy?

Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.

Good night, Penthesilea.

Before me, she's a good wench.

sweet sir andrew

Bless you, fair shrew.

And you, sir

Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

Faith, I can cut a caper.

Does our life not consists of the four elements?

Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consist of eating and drinking

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

For the love o'god , a surgeon! send one presently to Sir Toby!

My niece's chambermaid.

Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.

My name is Mary, sir.

Good Mistress Mary Accost

I shall never begin if I hold my peace

Good, i'faith. Come, begin.

What's the matter?

Has broke my head across, and has given sir today a bloody coxcomb too. For the love of god, help! I had rather forty founds I were at home

By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very c's, her u's, and her t's, and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Her c's, her u's and her t's. Why's that?

Marian, a stoup of wine

Here comes the fool, i'faith

More matter for a May morning.

Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.

What, for being a Puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight?

I have no exquisite reason for it, but I have reason good enough.

Excellent! I smell a device.

I have't in my nose too.

et vous aussi, votre serviteur

I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.

one sir andrew

I knew 'twas I, for many do call me fool

"She's a beagle, true-bred and one that adores me"

I was adored once too

Shall I play my freedom at tray trip and become thy bond slave

I'faith, or either?

Who hath made this havoc with them?

I'll help you sir toby, because we'll be dressed together

To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!

I'll make one too

But I besake you fair and hurt you not

If a bloody coxcomb be hurt, you have hurt me. I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting. You shall hear more, but if he not been in drink he would have tickled you othergates than he did

Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.

If i cannot recover your niece I am a foul way out

Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Marry, but you shall have, and here's my hand.

You must yield your reaons, sir andrew

Marry, i saw your niece do more favours to the counts gentlemen than she ever bestowed upon me. I saw i'th' orchard.

Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.

Marry, will I, sir. And for that I promised you i'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.

By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Most certain. Let our catch be "Thou Knave."

'Come, sir, hold!'

Nay let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him. I'll have an action of battery as long as there by any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Approach Sir Andrew not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes and diluculo surgere thou knowst

Nay, by my troth, i know not, but I know to be up late is to be up late

Away

Nay, let me alone for swearing

By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that give fools money get themselves a good report—after fourteen years' purchase.

Now sir, have I met you again. There's for you.

Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog!

As i doubt not

Oh, it twill be admirable

Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

Or o' mine either?

ah, rogue!

Pistol him, pistol him.

Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Plague on't, an i thought he had been valiant and cunning in fence, i'd have challenged him damn ere i'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip and i'll give him my horse, grey capulet

Why, man, he's a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hits the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the sophy.

Pox, on it, i'll not meddle with

Come on, to't

Pray god he keep his oath!

This was a great argument

Slight, will you make an ass o'me?

I could marry this wench for this device

So could I too.

What else shall we do? Were we not born under taurus?

Taurus, that's side and heart

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you.

That youth's a rare courtier; 'rain odours' well!

'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight' - ...

That's me, I warrant you

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

The Count's gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

"Hold thy peace, thou knave," knight? I shall be constrained in 't to call thee "knave," knight

Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me 'thou knave' begin fool, it begins 'hold thy peace'

A contagious breath

Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.

What's that?

about it

Where shall I find you?

It's dry, sir.

Why, I think so. I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

There is no way but this, sir andrew

Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.

an you part so mistress, i would i never might draw sword again. fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?

To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?

and we do not, it is pity of our lives

I did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg it was formed under the star of a galiard

ay, tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame colored stock, shall we set about some revels?

You mistake, knight. "Accost" is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.

by my troth i would not undertake her in this company, is that the meaning of accost?

Every wise man's son doth know.

excellent, good, i'faith

no question

faith, ill home tomorrow. your niece will not be seen or, if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me. the count himself here hard by woos her

She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.

i'll stay a month longer. i am a fellow o the strangest mind in the world. i delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Send for money, knight. If thou hast her not i' th' end, call me "Cut."

if I do not, never trust me, take it how you will?

O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary! When did I see thee so put down?

never in your life, i think, unless you see canary put me down. sometimes i think i have no more with than a christian or an ordinary man has. but i am a great eater of beef, and i believe that does harm to my wit.

And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest

nor i neither

Here comes sir andrew agueface

sir toby belch! how now, sir toby belch?

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

wherefore, sweetheart? whats your metaphor?