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Ant. Put up your sword ;
- If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; If you
offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. Sir To. You, sir ? why, what are you? Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares
do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
Enter two Officers.
Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [T. ANTONIO. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword if you please.
[To sir ANDREW. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir ; — and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well.
1 Off. This is the man, do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of Count Orsino. Ant.
You do mistake me, sir. 1 OffNo, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away; he knows, I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.-- This comes with seeking you;
2 Off. Come, sir, away.
Vio. What money, sir?
Out of my lean and low ability
you deny me now?
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
see here, I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, And to his image, which, methought, did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion. 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'd by 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.
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Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true,
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He nam'd Sebastian ; I my brother know Yet living in my glass ; even such, and so, In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate : 0, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[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,
[Erit. Fab. Come, let's see the event.
Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.
ACT THE FOURTH.
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 pr'ythee, 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 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. Sir To. Come on,
[Holding SEBASTIAN. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go
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.
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my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst
thou know? 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.
[Draws. 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 8 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 May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go; Do. not deny: Beshrew his soul for me, He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'Would thou’dst be
ruld by me! Seb. Madam, I will. Oli.
O, say so, and so be!
i Rude fellow.