SIR ANDREW.
Before me, she's a good wench.
SIR TOBY.
She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me. What o' that?
SIR ANDREW.
I was ador'd once too.
SIR TOBY.
Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
SIR ANDREW.
If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
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; 't is too late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight.
[Exeunt.]