your ill hours.
Sir Toby. Why, let her [except, before] excepted.
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I
am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: [an] they be not, let them hang themselves
in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I
heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight