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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 vainness, babbling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.


O heavens themselves!

Second 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.

First 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.

First 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.

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 couple 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: O, if it prove,

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!


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-


Fab. Come, let's see the event.

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


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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?

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.


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 twopence.


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. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.


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



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 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 botch'd up, that thou thereby
Mayst 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 prithee: would thou'dst be rul'd by me! Seb. Madam, I will.


O, say so, and so be!


SCENE II-A Room in OLIVIA'S House.

Enter MARIA and Clown.

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 MARIA.

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 as fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

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