This is Part E of the director’s commentary on Twelfth Night Act 2, Scene 3. (A | B | C | D | E)

Toby refers to Maria as Penthesilea, the Queen of the Amazons, for the scope of her scheme, and in jest, for her size.

Toby: Good night, Penthesilea.

Toby and Andrew then say some good words of her, and Toby finds wonder in that Maria adores him:

Andrew: Before me, she’s a good wench.
Toby: She’s a beagle true bred, and one that adores me: what o’that.

Pensively, Andrew states the truth (though he’s here on business to woo Olivia, he’s hardly adored):

Andrew: I was ador’d once too.

Toby changes the topic, to more immediate concerns:

Toby: Let’s to bed, knight: Thou hadst need send for more money.

Though inebriated, Andrew still has some of his wits about him:

Andrew: If I cannot recover your Niece, I am foul way out.

Toby gives the rich man’s son an easy solution–send for more money, and things will all work out in the end:

Toby: Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i’th end, call me Cut.

Andrew, galvanized by Toby’s assurance, declares:

Andrew: If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.

Not wishing Andrew to be off on his own to think otherwise, he shepherds his friend back to the tavern:

Toby: Come, come, I’ll go burn some Sack, ’tis too late to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.

Tags: Andrew, Scene 3, Toby