MALVOLIO.
This is much credit to you.
SIR TOBY.
'Shall I bid him go?'
CLOWN.
'What and if you do?'
SIR TOBY.
'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
CLOWN.
'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' th' mouth too.
SIR TOBY. Th 'rt i' th' right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!
MALVOLIO.
Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any thing more
than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule.
She shall know of it, by this hand.
[Exit.]
MARIA.
Go shake your ears.