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Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker', I am for you.

[Draws

Enter two Officers.
Fab. O good sir Toby, hold ; here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To 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 0ff. This is the man ; do thy office.

2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino.

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 ;
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 befalls myself. You stand amaz’d;
But be of comfort.

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

Nay, if you be an undertaker,] A man who takes upon himself the quarrel of another.

VOL. II.

- 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 0f. 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 0ff. 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, 0, 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,
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. 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!

F

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.

? I prythee, 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.
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,

(Exeunt 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 ruld

by me! Seb. Madam, I will. Oli.

0, 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 3 In this uncivil and unjust extent —] Extent in law, is taken here for violence in general. Johnson.

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