Why, he has an income of three thousand ducats a year.
MARIA
Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats. He's a very
fool and a prodigal.
MARIA
I bet he'll spend his whole inheritance in a year. He's a fool and a spendthrift.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Fie, that you'll say so! He plays o' the viol-de-gamboys,
and speaks three or four languages word for word without
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book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
SIR TOBY BELCH
You shouldn't talk about him like that! He plays the violin and speaks three or four languages word for word without a dictionary. He has all of nature's best gifts.
MARIA
He hath indeed, almost natural, for besides that he's a fool,
he's a great quarreler, and but that he hath the gift of a
coward to allay the gust he hath in quarreling, 'tis thought
among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
MARIA
Right—he's a natural-born idiot. Besides being a fool, he's argumentative. If he didn't have the coward's gift for backing down from a fight, they say he'd be dead by now.
SIR TOBY BELCH
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By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say
so of him. Who are they?
SIR TOBY BELCH
Anyone who says that is a lying piece of garbage. Who said that?
MARIA
They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your
company.
MARIA
The same people who say he gets drunk with you every night.
SIR TOBY BELCH
With drinking healths to my niece. I'll drink to her as long
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as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. He's
a coward and a coistrel that will not drink to my niece till his
brains turn o' th' toe like a parish top. What, wench!
Castiliano vulgo, for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
SIR TOBY BELCH
We only drink toasts to my niece. I'll drink to her as long as there's a hole in my throat and booze in Illyria. Anyone who refuses to drink to my niece until his brain spins around like a merry-go-round is scum. But speak of the devil, here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
