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 Cataian; 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!