Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,

Lest 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, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Įnhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.

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Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,

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
Most venerable worth, did I devotion..

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1 Off. 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 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. [Exit ANTONIO with Officers. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly

That

That he believes himself; so do not I.

Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,

That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

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Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage

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!

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[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...

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[Exit Sir AND.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing

yet.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The Street. Enter SEBASTIAN, and Clown.

Clown.

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 inaster 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,

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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; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

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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

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN.

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [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.

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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 SEB.

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.

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

now?

If thou dar'st 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! B'e not offended, dear Cesario!

Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

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[Exeunt Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW.

Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, 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 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!

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Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would, thou'dst be rul'd by me!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, say so, and so be!

SCENE II.

An Apartment 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 curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. 69 [Exit MARIA.

Cle.