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Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.

Mar. And you too, sir. 52

Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.

Sir And. What's that?

Sir To. My niece's chambermaid.

Sir And. Good Mistress Accost, I desire 56
better acquaintance.

Mar. My name is Mary, sir.

Sir And. Good Mistress Mary Accost,—

Sir To. You mistake, knight: 'accost' is, 60
front her, board her, woo her, assail her.

Sir And. By my troth, I would not under-
take her in this company. Is that the meaning
of 'accost'? 64

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.

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

Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I 68
might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do
you think you have fools in hand?

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and 72
here's my hand.

Mar. Now, sir, 'thought is free': I pray you,
bring your hand to the buttery-bar and let it
drink. 76

Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your
metaphor?

Mar. It's dry, sir.

Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an 80
ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's
your jest?