Sir And. [Sings.] Monday,—
Mal. Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night?
Sir To. [Sings.] Saturday,—
Mal. Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir To. [Sings.] Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.
Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo. [Sings.] His eyes do show his days are almost done.
Mal. Is't even so?