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Enter Antonio.
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis againt my will,

Ant. Put up your sword; if this young gen

tleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me ;
If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing.

Sir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you?
Ant. One, Sir, that for his love dares

yet
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

(Draws.
Enter Officers.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon.
Vio. Pray, Sir, put your sword up if you please,

To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you, I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.

i Off. This is the man; do thy office.
2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke

Orsino.
Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.

i Off. No, Sir, nojot: I know your favour well; Tho' 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 Of. Come, Sir, away.

Ant.

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Ant. I must intreat of you some of that money.

Vio. What Money, Sir ?
For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something; my Having is not much ;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there's 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 unfound 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, babling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. On, heav'ns 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 sandity of love, And to his image, which, methought, did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

i Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away.

Ant. But ho, how vile an idol proves this God!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there's no bleinish but the mind :
None can be call'd deform’d, but the unkind.
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourilh'd by the devil.

. i 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 paffion fly, Tliat he believes himself; so do not I: Prove true, imagination, ho, 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 moft sage faws.

Vio. He nam'd Şebaftain ; 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.

[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, alk 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 {word. 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.

Exeunt.

A C T IV. S CE N E I.

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The STRE E T.
Enter Sebastian, and Clown.

CLOWN.
ILL
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. P6

Clo.

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 mafter Cesario, nor this is not my nose neither; nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else ; tliou 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 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady; thall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?

Seb. * 1 pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's money for thee. If you tarry longer, I shali 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.

for you.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's

Striking Sebaitian. 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

* 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. A Bawdy-House was called Corinth, and the Frequenters of it Corinthians, whichi Words occur frequently in Shakespear, especially in Timon of Athens, and Henry IVth.

against

against him, if there be any law in Illyria ; tho'l 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 foldier, put up your iron; you are well
flesh'd : come on.
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.

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S CE N E II.

Enter Olivia.
OLD, 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 light!
Be not offended, dear Cesario :
Rudelby, be gone! I pr’ythee, gentle friend,

(Exeuni 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 fence in Lethe steep,
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.

* This ruffian halh botch'd up,----] i. c. swelled and inflamed. A. Butch being a Swelling or Ablcess.

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