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Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, -
1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away.
Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god !-
i Off. The man grows mad; away with him.
[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
brother; and he went
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.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
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;
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.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and Fabian.
[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.
Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
[Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian,
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.