_Clo._ By'r lady, sir, and _some dogs_ will _catch well_.
_Sir And._ Most certain. Let our _catch_ be, "Thou Knave."
_Clo._ "Hold thy peace, thou knave," knight? I shall be
constrained to _call thee knave_, knight.
_Sir And._ 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
call me knave. _Begin_, fool: it begins, "_Hold thy peace_."
_Clo._ I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
_Sir And._ Good, i'faith. Come, begin.
[_They sing a catch._]
_Enter_ MARIA.
_Mar._ What a caterwauling do you keep here!
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_Sir To._ My lady's a Cataian; we are politicians;
Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and "_Three merry men be we_."...
_Tilly-valley_, lady! [_Sings._] "There dwelt a man in
Babylon, lady, lady!"
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_Sir To._ [_Sings._] "O! the twelfth day of December."----
_Mar._ For the love o'God, peace!
_Enter_ MALVOLIO.
_Mal._ My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no
wit, manners, nor honesty, but to _gabble like tinkers_ at
this time of night? Do ye make an _alehouse_ of my lady's
house, that ye squeak out your _cozier's catches_ without
any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of
place, persons, or _time_ in you?
_Sir To.
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