MALVOLIO.
Is’t even so?
SIR TOBY.
[Sings.] But I will never die.
CLOWN.
[Sings.] Sir Toby, there you lie.
MALVOLIO.
This is much credit to you.
SIR TOBY.
[Sings.] Shall I bid him go?
CLOWN.
[Sings.] What and if you do?
SIR TOBY.
[Sings.] Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
CLOWN.
[Sings.] O, no, no, no, no, you dare not.
SIR TOBY.
Out o’ tune? sir, ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
CLOWN.
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ the mouth too.