Ant. Put up your sword ;-If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; If you offend him, I for him defy you. Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you? [Drawing. Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker,' I am for you. Enter two Officers. [Draws. [TO ANTONIO. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. [To Sir ANDREW. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir;—and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino. Ant. You do mistake me, sir; 1 Off. 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; Makes me ask you for my purse: It grieves me Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; 2 Off. Come, sir, away. Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, I'll lend you something: my having is not much; Nay, if you be an undertaker,] If you take upon yourself the quarrel of another. RITSON. I'll make division of my present with you: Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't possible, that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, 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: Ant. O heavens 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; [here, 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 nature 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. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt 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 couple or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such, and so, o'erflourished—] i. e. Externally adorned. In favour was my brother; and he went 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, Fab. Come, let's see the event. [Exit. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt. 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 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 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; × I pr’ythee, foolish Greek,] Greek, was as much as to say bawd or pander. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office.-WARBURTON. 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.' you. Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for [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 fleshed; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 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. Enter OLIVIA. [Draws. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Rudesby, be gone !—I pr'ythee, gentle friend, [Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. - fourteen years' purchase.] Buy at a dear rate-the current price of land in our Author's time was not more than twelve years' purchase.-HEATR and REED. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; He started one poor heart of mine in thee." Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dst be rul'd Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. [by me? 0, , say so, and so be! SCENE II. 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 sirb Topas the curate; do it quickly I'll call sir Toby the whilst. [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 such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well: nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.d In this uncivil and unjust extent-] Extent in law, is taken here for violence in general.-JOHNSON. a He started one poor heart of mine in thee.] There is here an ambiguity intended between heart and hart-words that of old were frequently written alike; and on which Shakspeare delights to play. The sense of the passage is, He that offends thee attacks one of my hearts-or, as the ancients expressed it, half my heart.-MALONE and JOHNSON. b sir-] For this appellation, as given to the inferior clergy, see notes to Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 1. Scene 1. careful] i. e. Painstaking-studious. The competitors-] That is, the confederates or associates. |