Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker', I am for you. Enter two Officers. [Draws. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [Το ANTONIO. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. [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 to ask you for my purse: It grieves me 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; Hold, there is half my coffer. 1 Nay, if you be an undertaker,] A man who takes upon himself the quarrel of another. VOL. II. F 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. I know of none; Vio. 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; 1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. 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, For him I imitate; O, 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. Fab. Come, let's see the event. 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; 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 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. 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. [Draws. 2 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. Enter OLIVIA. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Rudesby, begone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend, [Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway 3 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? 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! Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this 3 In this uncivil and unjust extent -] Extent in law, is taken here for violence in general. JOHNSON. |