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PLATE XLVIII.

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                                 Ad IL Scene III.

                               OLIVIA'S HOUSE.


      Sw TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUEGIJEEK and MARIA.


  Maria.-Sport royal, I warrant you:   I know my physic xviii work with him.
I
~vill plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the
letter:
observe his constru6tion of it.  For this night, to bed, and dream on the
event.
Farexvell.                                                           [Exit.
  Sir Toby Belclz.-Good night, Penthesilca.
  Sir Andrew Agiiecheek.-Be fore me, she's a good wench.
  Sir Toby Be/ck.-S he's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what
o' that?
  Sir Andrew Agzeecheek.-And I was adored once too.
  Sir Toby Bek/i.-Let's to bed, knight.  Thou hadst need send for more money.
  Sir Andrew Agueckeek.-If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul xvay
out.
  Sir Toby Belcli.-S end for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' the end,
call
me cut.
  Sir Andrew Aguecheek.-If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
  Sir Toby Belch.-Come, come I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late to go
to bed
now: come, knight; come, knight.                               ~Exeunt.


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