Sir Toby Belch Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

male · comedic · 1:10 min

Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with the licence of ink. If thou ‘thou’st’ him some thrice, it shall not be amiss, and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set ’em down. Go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. About it. (SIR ANDREW: Where shall I find you?) We’ll call thee at the cubiculo. Go. (Exit Sir Andrew.) (FABIAN: This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.) I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.

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