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| Before OLIVIA's house. |
| [Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown] |
| Clown | Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? |
| SEBASTIAN | Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: | ||
| Let me be clear of thee. |
| Clown | 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 | 5 | ||
| speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; | |||
| nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so. |
| SEBASTIAN | I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou | ||
| know'st not me. |
| Clown | Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some | 10 | |
| 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? | 15 |
| SEBASTIAN | I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's | ||
| money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give | |||
| worse payment. |
| Clown | By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men | ||
| that give fools money get themselves a good | 20 | ||
| report--after fourteen years' purchase. | |||
| [Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN] |
| SIR ANDREW | Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. |
| SEBASTIAN | Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all | ||
| the people mad? |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. | 25 |
| Clown | This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be | ||
| in some of your coats for two pence. | |||
| [Exit] |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | Come on, sir; hold. |
| SIR ANDREW | Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work | ||
| with him; I'll have an action of battery against | 30 | ||
| him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I | |||
| struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. |
| SEBASTIAN | Let go thy hand. |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young | ||
| soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. | 35 |
| SEBASTIAN | I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If | ||
| thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two | ||
| of this malapert blood from you. | |||
| [Enter OLIVIA] |
| OLIVIA | Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! | 40 |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | Madam! |
| OLIVIA | 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. | 45 | ||
| Rudesby, be gone! | |||
| [Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN] | |||
| I prithee, gentle friend, | |||
| Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway | |||
| In this uncivil and thou unjust extent | |||
| Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, | 50 | ||
| 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. | 55 |
| SEBASTIAN | 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! |
| OLIVIA | Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me! | 60 |
| SEBASTIAN | Madam, I will. |
| OLIVIA | O, say so, and so be! | |
| [Exeunt] |
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