_Sir And._ Now, _a song_.
_Sir To._ Come on; there is _sixpence_ for you; let's have
_a song_.
_Sir And._ There's a _testril_ of me too; if one knight give
a----
_Clown._ Would you have a _love-song_, or a _song of good
life_?
_Sir To._ A love-song, a love-song.
_Sir And._ Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
[_Clown_ sings 'O mistress mine.']
_Sir And._ A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
_Sir To._ A contagious breath.
_Sir And._ Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
_Sir To._ To _hear by the nose_, it is _dulcet in
contagion_. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall
we rouse the night-owl in a _catch_, that will _draw three
souls out of one weaver_? Shall we do that?
_Sir And._ An you love me, let's do't: I am _dog at a
catch_.
_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!
* * * * *
_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!"
* * * * *
_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._ _We did keep time, sir, in our catches._ Sneck up!