Ventured out to Staten Island to see Twelfth Night
Sir Toby:
Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think because thou
art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
SIR TOBY BELCH: Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo
surgere,' thou know'st,--
SIR ANDREW: Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up
late is to be up late.
SIR TOBY BELCH: A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is
early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go
to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the
four elements?
SIR ANDREW: Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
of eating and drinking.
SIR TOBY BELCH: Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
Of course, a side trip to Denino's was in order for a Sausage/Mushroom Pie and side orders of Shrimp.
