Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,—
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas,—
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. [Takes off the gown and hood, and gives them to Maria.]
Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy hood and gown; he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring us word how thou find'st him: Come by and by to my chamber.
[Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria.
Clo. [Sings.] Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
Mal. Fool,—fool,—good fool,—
Clo. Who calls, ha?
Mal. As ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.