that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
Mar. Ay, he.
Sir To. He's as tall a man as [any's] in Illyria.
Mar. What's that to the purpose?
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Sir To. Why, he [has] three thousand ducats a year.
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.