3. SCENE III. A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Good, i' faith! Come, begin.
[They sing a catch.]
What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not
called up her steward Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of
doors, never trust me.
My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a
'Three merry men be we.'
Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tilly-valley,
'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady.'
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I
too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
[Singing] O, the twelfth day of December,--
For the love o' God, peace!
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 ale-house of my lady's house, that
ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or
remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor
time, in you?
We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell
you that, though she harbours you as her kinsman she's nothing
allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your
misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would
please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you