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It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music 56
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: 60
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. Exeunt.

Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to
take the death of her brother thus? I am sure
care's an enemy to life.

Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come 4
in earlier o' nights: your cousin, my lady, takes
great exceptions to your ill hours.

Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted.

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within 8
the modest limits of order.

Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer
than I am. These clothes are good enough to
drink in, and so be these boots too: an they be 12
not, let them hang themselves in their own
straps.

Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo
you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and 16
of a foolish knight that you brought in one
night here to be her wooer.

Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Aguecheek?