MARIA. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.
SIR TOBY. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him; I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would he were, for I am now so far in offence with my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY and MARIA.]
CLOWN.
[Singing] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
MALVOLIO.
Fool,—
CLOWN.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
MALVOLIO.
Fool,—
CLOWN.
Alas, why is she so?
MALVOLIO.
Fool, I say,—
CLOWN.
She loves another— Who calls, ha?