SIR ANDREW.
Most certain. Let our catch be, “Thou knave.”
CLOWN.
“Hold thy peace, thou knave” knight? I shall be constrain’d in’t to call thee knave, knight.
SIR ANDREW.
’Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins “Hold thy peace.”
CLOWN.
I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
SIR ANDREW.
Good, i’ faith! Come, begin.
[Catch sung.]
Enter Maria.
MARIA.
What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not called up her steward Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
SIR TOBY.
My lady’s a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio’s a Peg-a-Ramsey, and [Sings.] Three merry men be we. Am not I consanguineous? Am I not of her blood? Tilly-vally! “Lady”! There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.
CLOWN.
Beshrew me, the knight’s in admirable fooling.