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‘You must amend your drunkenness’. [70]
SIR TOBY
Out, scab!
FABIAN
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
MALVOLIO
‘Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight’−
SIR ANDREW
That’s me, I warrant you. [75]
MALVOLIO
‘One Sir Andrew’.
SIR ANDREW
I knew ’twas I, for many do call me fool.
MALVOLIO
(Seeing the letter) What employment have we here?
FABIAN
Now is the woodcock near the gin. [80]
SIR TOBY
O peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!
MALVOLIO
(Taking up the letter) By my life, this is may 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 [85] question her hand.
SIR ANDREW
Her C’s, her U’s, and her T’s: why that?
