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, 2 OFF. Come, fir, away. ANT. I must entreat of you fome of that money. For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here, I'll lend you fomething; my Having is not much; 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 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 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, And to his image, which, methought, did promise 1 OFF. What's that to us?-the time goes by-away, 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 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. OLI. Will it be ever thus? ungracious wretch, Rudesby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend, [Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wildom, not thy paffion, fway Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, 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 |