Ant. I must obey. - This comes with seeking you; But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. 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 lend 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 That I have done for you. Vio. I know of none; Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, 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; 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'd1 by the devil. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir. away. 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. 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;2 even such and so, In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, 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 devouť 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, Fab. Come, let's see the event. [Exit. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt. (1) Ornamented. (2) In the reflection of my own figure. ACT IV. SCENE 1-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, vent1 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. (1) Let out. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. Exit Clown. [Holding Seb. 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. Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st 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. Enter Olivia. [Draws. 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:- (1) Rude fellow. (2) Violence. (3) Made up. (4) Ill betide. He started one poor heart of mine in thee. Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :- Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'would, thou'dst be rul'd by me! O, say so, and so be! [Exe. Seb. Madam, I will. J 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 Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble1 myself 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 housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar, The competitors2 enter. Enter Sir Toby 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 Gorbodue, 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? (1) Disguise. (2) Confederates. |