I'll be as good as my word.-He will bear you easily, and reins well.

I OFF. This is the man; do thy office.

2 OFF. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Orfino. ANT. You do miitake me, fir

I OFF. No, fir, no jot; I know your favour well; Tho' now you have no fea-cap on your head.

-Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

ANT. I must obey.This comes with seeking you; But there's no remedy. I fhall answer it,

What will you do? now my neceffity

Makes me to ask you for my purfe. It grieves me

Much more, for what I cannot do for you,

Than what befals myfelf: you stand amaz'd,
But be of comfort.

2 OFF. Come, fir, away.

ANT. I must entreat of you fome of that money.
VIO. What money, fir?

For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lend you fomething; my Having is not much;
I'll make divifion of my present with you:
Hold, there's half my coffer.

ANT. Will you deny me now?

I't poffible, that my deserts to you

Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my mifery,

Left that it make me fo unfound a man,

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

V10. I know of none,

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainnefs, babling drunkenness,

Or any taint of'vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

ANT. Oh, heav'ns themselves!·

2 OFF. Come, fir, I pray you, go.

ANT. Let me fpeak a little. This youth that you fee here,
I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with fuch fanctity of love,

And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Moft venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 OFF. What's that to us?-the time goes by-away,
ANT. But oh, how vile an idol proves this god!
Thou haft, 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.
I OFF. The man grows mad, away with him,
-Come, come, fir.

ANT. Lead me on.

[Exit Antonio with officers.

VIO. Methinks, his words do from fuch paffion fly,

That he believes himself-so do not I:

Prove true, imagination, oh, 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 fage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know

Yet living in my glass. Even fuch, and fo
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate: oh, if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love.

[Exit Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; this dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, afk 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, cut him foundly, but never draw thy fword. Sir AND. An I do not, [Exit Sir Andrew.

FAB. Come, let's fee the event.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

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 fent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario, nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing, that is fo, is fo.

SEB. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; thou know'st not me.

CLO. Vent my folly!- -he has heard that word of fome 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

hall vent to my lady; fhall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

SEB. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's mony for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worse pay

ment.

CLO. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; these wise men, that give fools mony, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir AND. Now, fir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebaftian. SEB. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, fir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

CLO. This will I tell my lady ftrait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence.

[Exit Clown. [Holding Sebaftian.

Sir To. Come on, fir; 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; tho' I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

SEB. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, fir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flesh'd:

come on.

SEB. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword.

Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They draw and fight.

SCENE II. 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 was preach'd: out of my fight !
Be not offended, dear Cefario:

Rudesby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Let thy fair wildom, not thy paffion, fway
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
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not chufe but go:
Do not deny; befhrew his foul 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 elfe this is a dream.

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep,

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

OLI. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'st be rul'd by me.

SEB. Madam, I will.

OLI. O, fay fo, and fo be!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. An apartment 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 diffemble myself in't; and I would, I were the first that ever diffembled in fuch a