2 Off. Come, sir, away. Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. Vio. What money, sir? For the fair kindness you have showed me here, I'll lend you something. My having is not much. 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 Vio. I know of none; Nor know I you by voice or any feature. Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, Ant. O heavens themselves! 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that see here I snatched one half out of the jaws of death; you Relieved 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 called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourished 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! most sage saws. Vio. He named 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,- 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, [Exit Fab. Come, let's see the event. yet Sir To. I dare lay any money 't will be nothing [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; ' 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 prithee, 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 prithee 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 prithee, 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. Enter Sir ANDREW. 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. Enter Sir TOBY and FABIAN. 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 twopence. [Exit. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. 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. |