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Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, -
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 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 ss.

i Off. The man grows mad; away with him.
Come, come, sir.
Ant. Lead me on.

[Ereunt 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 couplet or two of most sage


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! [Erit.

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,

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



The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.

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 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 54. -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 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.

for you.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and Fabian.
Sir And, Now, sir, have I met you again? there's

[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 two-pence. [Exit Clown.

Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [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 : 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 flesh'd ; come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou


If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

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


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 pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent 55
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 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 prythee: 'Would, thou'dst be

rul'd by me! Seb. Madam, I will. Oli.

O, say so, and so be! [Ereunt.


A Room 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 cu. rate ; do it quickly : I'll call sir Toby the whilst.

[Exit Maria.

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