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If you offend him, I for him defy you.

Sir T. You, fir ? why, what are you?

Ant. One, fir, that for his love dares yet do more Than


have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir T. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

Enter two Officers.
FAB. O, good fir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir T. I'll be with you anon.

[to Antonio. V10. ,

Pray, fir, put your sword up, if you please. Sir A. Marry, will I, fir : and, for that I promis'd you, I'll be as good as my word; he will bear you easily, and reins well.

1.0. This is the man; do thy office.

2. O. Antonio, I arreft thee at the suit
Of count Orsino.

ANT. You do mistake me, fir.
1. O. No, 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 :
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 befals myself. You stand amaz’d;
But be of comfort,

2. O. Come, fir, away.

Ant. I must intreat of you
Some of that money back.

Vio. What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have shew'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's t half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me so 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, vainness, babling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

ANT. O heavens themselves !
2. O. Come, sir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you see
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. O. 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'er-flourish'd by the devil.

1.0. The man grows mad; away with him.
2. D. Come, come, fir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers with Ant.

V10. Methinks, his words do from such passion fiy, 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 T. Come hither, knight, come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage faws.

[converse apart. V10. 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 VIOLA. Sir T. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonefty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his coward, ship, ask Fabian.

FAB. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir A. 'Slid, l'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir T. Do,cuff him foundly, but never draw thy sword.
Sir A. An I do not, -

[Exit. FAB. Come, let's see the event. Sir T. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

SCENE I. Street before Olivia's House.
Enter SeBASTIAN, and Clown.

[for you? Cla. Will

you make me believe, that I am not sent

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 CeJario; nor this is not my nose neither: nothing, that is fo, is fo•

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 ftrangeness, 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: wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years purchase.

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir A. Now, fir, have I met you again ? there's for you.

[striking Sebastian. *SEB, Why, there's for thee, and there, and there, and there :

(Ariking him again. Are all the people mad ?

Sir T. Hold, sir, or l’llthrow yourdaggero'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 T. Come on, fir; hold.

[ holding Sebastian. Sir A. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to

- These

come on.

work with him ; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I strook him first, yet it's no matter for that.

SEB. Let go thy hand.

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

[now? SEB. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou

[wrenches from him, and draws. If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

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

Enter OLIVIA, haft:ly. 011. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir T. Madam?

Ol1. 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 fight!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 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’ft smile at this : thou Ihalt 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 fense in Lethe steep;

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