SIR TOBY.
Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i’ th’ end, call me cut.
SIR ANDREW.
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
SIR TOBY.
Come, come, I’ll go burn some sack, ’tis too late to go to bed now. Come, knight, come, knight.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke’s Palace.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio and others.
DUKE.
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.
CURIO.
He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
DUKE.
Who was it?
CURIO.
Feste, the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia’s father took much delight in. He is about the house.