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Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
I know of none;
O heavens themselves! 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. · Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you
1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away.
Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind : Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish’dby the devil.
1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on.
[Exeunt Officers, with AntonIO. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabians we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know
[Exit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,
[E.rit. Fab. Come, let's see the event., Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing
[Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?
4 In the reflection of my own figure, VOL. I.
Α Α ,
Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.
Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. . Nothing, that is so, is so.
Seb. I pr’ythee, vents thy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me.
Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.--I pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?
Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :These wise men, that give fools, money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.
Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and Fabian.'
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
[Striking SEBASTIAN. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: Are all the people mad? (Beating Sir ANDREW.
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown.
5 Let out.
Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding SEBASTIAN.
Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
Seb. Let go thy hand.
Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou
now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
[Draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[Draus. Enter OLIVIA, Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam?
Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario :-Rudesby, be gone!-I pr’ythee, gentle friend,
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent? Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
6 Rude fellow.
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go;
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream?
ruld by me! Seb. Madam, I will.
O, say so, and so be!
A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter Maria and Clown. Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst.
[Exit MARIA. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man; and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors á enter.
9 Ill betide. Disguise. ? Confederates.