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seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in*, with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays yout as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll pot meddle with him.

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : Flo bian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdi. tion of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as

[Aside. Re-enter Fabian and Viola. I have his horse (to Fab.) to take up

the quarrel; I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.

Fab. He is as horribly conceitedt of him; and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath sake : marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that nos scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not

I ride you.

hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

[dside. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.

Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he canuot by the duelloj avoid it;

* Stoccata, an Italian term in fencing. + Does for you.

| Herrid conception. s Laws of duel.

but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! (Draws.

Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

(Draws. Ant. Put up your sword;---If this young gentle


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 yet do more, Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

[Draws, Enter two Officers. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold ; , here come the officers.

Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please.

(To Sir Andrew. · Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?--and, for that I pro. mised

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 Off. No, sir, do jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea.cap on your head. Take him away; he kuows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey- This conies with seeking you; But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do? Now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me Much more, for what I cannot do for you, Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.

Vio. What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much ;
I'll make division of my present with you :
Hold, there is half my coffer.

Will you deny me now? Is't possible, that my deserts to you

lack persuasion ? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

, I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man, -
Than lying, vaioness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

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 Of. What's that to us? The time goes by ;

away. Ant. But, 0, 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.

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Ant. Lead me on.

[Ereunt 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, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

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 brotlier; 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!

(Erit. 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.


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SCENE I. The street before Olivia's house.

Enter Sebastian and Clown.

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Clo. Will you make me belicre, 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; dor your name is not ma. ster Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.-No. thing, 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 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art comiog?

Seb, I prythee, 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

[Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : are all the people mad? (Beating Sir Andrew.

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