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Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you, 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 Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Ora fino.

Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.

i Off No, Sir, no jot: I know your favour well ; Tho' 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 myfelf: you stand amaz’d,
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.
Ant. I must intreat of you some of that mony.

Vio. What mony, 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 half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

Vio. 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, Oh, heav'ns themselves !
2 Off, 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
Moit venerable worth, did I devocion.

i Of. What's that to us ? the time goes by: away,

Ant. But oh, how vile an idol proves this God!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature thame.
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 Of The man grows mad, away with him : Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Anthonio with Officers. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself; fo 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 such, and so
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate : oh, if it

prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love. [Exit.

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,

[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any mony, 'twill be nothing yet.





S CE N E, The Street,

Enter Sebastian, and Clown.

ILL 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 fo.

Seb. I prythee, 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 coming ?

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's mony 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 mony, 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.

for you.


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 ftrait : I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown.

Sir To. Come on, Sir ; bold. [Holding Sebastian.

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 Sir, 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'it 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.

[They draw and fight.

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 were preach’d: out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario :
Rudesby, be gone! I prythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, 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'st smile at this: thou shalt not chuse but go : Do not deny; beshrew his soul for me, He itarted 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 pray: 'would, thoudst be ruld

by me.
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt. SCENE, an Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria, and Clown.


beard ; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whiiit.

[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 fuch a gown. I am not tail enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be faid an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr. Parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a neice of King Gorboduck, that that is, is : fo I being Mr. Parson, am Mr. Parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is ?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. What, hoa, I say, -peace in this prison !
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Malvolio within. Mal. Who calls there?

Cbo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatick.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.


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