Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. For the loue o' God peace.
Mar. Enter Maluolio.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. My masters are you mad? Or what are you?
Mal. Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble
Mal. like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Ale
Mal. house of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Cozi
Mal. ers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?
Mal. Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
To. To.
To. We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp.
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady
Mal. bad me tell you, that though she harbors you as her kins
Mal. man, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can
Mal. separate your selfe and your misdemeanors, you are wel
Mal. come to the house: if not, and it would please you to take
Mal. leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.