Chapter 79

_Sir Toby._ Why, let her except, before excepted. _Mar._ Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. _Sir To._ Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be 10 these boots too: an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. _Mar._ That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer. …