Twelfth Night: Act 3, Scene 2

     Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW,   
     and FABIAN   
    
      SIR ANDREW   
3.2.1      No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.   
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.   venom venomous one
    
      FABIAN   
      You must needs yield your reason, Sir   
      Andrew.   
    
      SIR ANDREW   
3.2.5      Marry, I saw your niece do more favours   Marry i.e., I swear | do more favours to i.e., be nicer to
      to the count's serving-man than ever she   the count's serving-man i.e., Cesario/Viola
      bestowed upon me. I saw't i' the orchard.   orchard garden
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Did she see thee the while, old boy?   the while at that time
      tell me that.   
    
      SIR ANDREW   
3.2.10      As plain as I see you now.   
    
      FABIAN   
      This was a great argument of love in her   argument proof
      toward you.   
    
      SIR ANDREW   
      'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?   'Slight (by) his (God's) light
    
      FABIAN   
      I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths   
3.2.15      of judgment and reason.   
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      And they have been grand-jurymen since   grand-jurymen i.e., excellent judges of evidence
      before Noah was a sailor.   
    
      FABIAN   
      She did show favour to the youth in your sight only   
      to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,   exasperate make rough and violent
3.2.20      to put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.   dormouse i.e., sleeping
      You should then have accosted her; and with some   
      excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should   fire-new from the mint freshly minted, original
      have banged the youth into dumbness. This was   banged the youth into dumbness beaten ["Cesario"] into
      looked for at your hand, and this was balk'd. The   silence | looked for at your hand expected from you
3.2.25      double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash   balk'd let slip | double gilt heavy gold-plating
      off, and you are now sailed into the north of my   north of . . . opinion i.e., looked upon coldly
      lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle   icicle . . . beard >>>
      on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by   
      some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.   policy cunning plan
    
      SIR ANDREW   
3.2.30      An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy   
      I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a   as lief as readily | Brownist >>>
      politician.   politician schemer
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of   build me, Challenge me (In these colloquialisms "me"
      valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight   adds the sense of "I've got a good idea.")
3.2.35      with him; hurt him in eleven places—my niece shall   
      take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no   
      love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's   love-broker go-between in matters of the heart
      commendation with woman than report of valour.   report of reputation for
    
      FABIAN   
      There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.   
    
      SIR ANDREW   
3.2.40      Will either of you bear me a challenge to   bear me deliver for me
      him?   
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief.   a martial hand military handwriting | curst insulting
      It is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full   so it be as long as it is
      of invention. Taunt him with the licence of ink.   invention imagination, wit >>> | licence freedom (It's safer
3.2.45      If thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be    to be insulting in a letter than face-to-face.)
      amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of   thou'st him call him "thou" (insulting to someone who is
      paper, although the sheet were big enough for the   not a friend or a servant)
      bed of Ware in England, set 'em down. Go about it.   bed of Ware (A famous bed, about eleven feet square.)
      Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou   gall bitterness and Oak gall, an ingredient of ink
3.2.50      write with a goose-pen, no matter. About it.   goose-pen goose-quill pen (And Sir Toby may also mean
     that Sir Andrew will write like a silly goose.)
      SIR ANDREW   
      Where shall I find you?   
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      We'll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.   call thee call for you | cubiculo little chamber
    
      Exit SIR ANDREW     
    
      FABIAN   
      This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.   dear manikin beloved puppet
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand   dear expensive
3.2.55      strong, or so.   two thousand (Sir Toby has wrangled quite a lot of money
     out of Sir Andrew.)
      FABIAN   
      We shall have a rare letter from him; but you'll   rare exceptional, oustanding (but Fabian is being ironic)
      not deliver't?   but you'll not deliver't? (Actually delivering the letter
    might be carrying the joke too far.)
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the   Never trust me, then i.e., you bet I will
      youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes   wainropes wagon ropes
3.2.60      cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were   hale haul, drag
      opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as   blood in his liver (Cowards have white, bloodless livers.)
      will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of   
      the anatomy.   anatomy body
    
      FABIAN   
      And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no   opposite adversary | the youth i.e., Cesario/Viola
3.2.65      great presage of cruelty.   visage face | presage sign, prophecy
    
      Enter MARIA     
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      Look, where the youngest wren of nine   youngest wren of nine i.e., Maria (The runt of a litter of
      comes.   wrens is very small, like Maria.)
    
      MARIA   
      If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself   the spleen uncontrollable laughter
      into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is   gull sucker
3.2.70      turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no   renegado renegade (who has renounced Christianity)
      Christian, that means to be saved by believing   
      rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages   impossible passages of grossness obvious absurdities
      of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.   (in the letter than Maria wrote and Malvolio read)
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
      And cross-gartered?   
    
      MARIA   
3.2.75      Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school   pedant pompous schoomaster
      i' the church. I have dogged him, like his   like his murderer i.e., as if I were going to ambush him
      murderer. He does obey every point of the letter   
      that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his   
      face into more lines than is in the new map with the   
3.2.80      augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such   the new map with the augmentation of the Indies >>>
      a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things   
      at him. I know my lady will strike him. If she do,   
      he'll smile and take't for a great favour.   
    
      SIR TOBY BELCH   
3.2.84      Come, bring us, bring us where he is.   
    
      Exeunt