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8till in this fashion, colour, ornament,—
For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and mora a coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowards hip, 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,— [Exit Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money't will be nothing yet. [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 ]
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 prithee, vent 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 prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming t
Seb. I prithee, 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 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 I [Beating Sir Andrew.
Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
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 twopence. [Exit.
Sir To. Come on, sir; hold.
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. [Disengages himself.^ What wouldst thou now 1 If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To. What, what 1 Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
Enter Olivia. OK. Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee,
hold! Sir To. Madam!
Oli. Will it be ever thus 1 Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preached. Out of my
sight!— Be not offended, dear Cesario.— "Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. I prithee, gentle friend, 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 botched up, that thou thereby May'st smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this 1 how runs the
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
OK. Nay; come, I prithee. Would thou 'dst be ruled by me 1
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oii . O! say so, and so be.
Scene II.—A Room in Olivia's House.
Mar. Nay, I prithee, 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.
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 tall 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