act 2
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- By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
- Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
- Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
- Even now, sir. On a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.
- Nay, my troth, I know not. But I know to be up late is to be up late.
- Approach, Sir Andrew. Not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes, and diluculo surgere, thou know’st,—
- 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me
- I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
- Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,That old and antique song we heard last night.
- He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
- Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
- I would exult, man. You know, he brought me out o' favor with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
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