SONGS AND SINGING
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| Sir And. | 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins, "Hold thy peace." |
| Clo. | I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. |
| Sir And. | Good, i'faith. Come, begin. |
[They sing a catch.]
Enter Maria.
| Mar. | What a caterwauling do you keep here! |
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| Sir To. | My lady's a Catalan; we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and "Three merry men be we." … Tilly-valley, lady! [Sings.] "There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!" |
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| Sir To. | [Sings.] "O! the twelfth day of December." |
| Mar. | For the love o'God, peace! |
Enter Malvolio.
| Mal. | My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale- house of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your cozier's catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, or time in you? |
| Sir To. | We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! |
L. 103–114, another song, "Farewell, dear heart" [ Appendix ].
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