- Sir Toby:
- Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
- Feste:
- Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' th' mouth too.
- Sir Toby:
- Th' art i' th' right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stope of wine, Maria!
- Malvolio:
- Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favor at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule. She shall know of it, by this hand.
- (Twelfth Night Act 2, scene 3, 114–124)
January 20, 2010, 10:00pm
