should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains! [for,—here]
he comes,—one of thy kin [has] a most weak pia mater.
[Enter] Sir Toby.
Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the
gate, [cousin]?
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Sir To. A gentleman.
Oli. A gentleman! what gentleman?
Sir To. 'Tis a [gentleman here]—a plague o' these pickle-[herring]!
How now, sot!