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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;
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my necessity

Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befals myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.

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 show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lead you something: my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there is half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?

Is't possible, that my deserts to you

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
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

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

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.

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.* 1 Of. The man grows mad; away with him. -Come, come, sir.

Ant. Lead me on.

[Exe. 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 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 : 0, if it prove,

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,-
[Exit Sir ANDREW.

Fab. Come, let's see the event.

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

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Street before OLIVIA'S HOUSE.

BASTIAN and Clown.

Clown.

Enter SE

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.

[4] In the time of Shakespeare, trunks, which are now deposited in lumberrooms, or other obscure places, were part of the furniture of apartments in which company was received. I have seen more than one of these, as old as the time of our poet. They were richly ornamented on the tops and sides, with scroll work, emblematical devices, &c. and were elevated on feet. STEEVENS.

[5] I suppose Viola means-As often as I behold myself in my glass, I think I see my brother alive: i. e. I acknowledge that his resemblance survives in the reflec tion of my own figure. STEEVENS.

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; 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 TOBY, and FABIAN.

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

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

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

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!
--Be not offended, dear Cesario:-

Rudesby, begone !-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exe. Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. 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 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 pr'ythee: 'Would, thou'dst be rul'd by me!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt.

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 sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst. [Exit.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself

[8] Extent is, in law, a writ of execution, whereby goods are seized for the king. It is therefore taken here for violence in general. JOHNSON.

[9] A coarse expression for made up, as a bad tailor is called a botcher, and to botch is to make clumsily. JOHNSON.

[1] I know not whether here be not an ambiguity intended between heart and hart. The sense however is easy enough.

JOHNSON.

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 house-keeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.2

Enter Sir TоBY BELCH and MARIA.

Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is so I, being master parson, am master parson: For what is that, but that? and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, sir Topas.
Clo. What, hoa, I say,-

-Peace in this prison!
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir. Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows' transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

[a] That is, the confederates or associates. M. MASON.

[3] This is a very humorous banter of the rules established in the schools, that all reasonings are ex pracognitis & præconcessis, which lay the foundation of every science in these maxims, "whatsoever is, is; and it is impossible for the same thing to be and not to be; with much trifling of the like kind." WARBURTON. [4] A bay-window is the same as a bow-window; a window in a recess, or bay

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