SIR ANDREW.
If I do not, never trust me; take it how you will.

SIR TOBY.
Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 't is too late to go to bed
now. Come, knight; come, knight.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE IV.

The DUKE'S palace

[Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.]

DUKE.
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.

CURIO.
He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.

DUKE.