3. SCENE III. A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
And your horse now would make him an ass.
Ass, I doubt not.
O 'twill be admirable!
Sport royal, I warrant you. I know my physic will work with
him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where
he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For
this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
Good night, Penthesilea.
Before me, she's a good wench.
She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that?
I was adored once too.
Let's to bed, knight.--Thou hadst need send for more money.
If I cannot recover your niece I am a foul way out.
Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end,
call me Cut.
If I do not, never trust me; take it how you will.
Come, come; I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late to go
to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.