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 eafily, and reins well. I 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Anthonio, I arreft thee at the fuit of Duke Orfino. Ant. You do mistake me, Sir. 1 Of. No, Sir, no jot: I know your favour well; Tho' now you have no fea-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 fhall answer it. *What will you do? now my neceffity Makes me to ask you for my purfe. 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 muft intreat of you fome of that mony. For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here, I'll lend you fomething; my Having is not much; Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't poffible, that my deferts to you Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my mifery, Left that it make me fo unfound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindneffes Vio. I know of none, Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: Than lying, vainnefs, babling drunkenness, Ant. Oh, heav'ns themselves! 2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you fee here, I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; And to his image, which, methought, did promife 1 Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away. I Off. The man grows mad, away with him : Come, come, Sir. Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Anthonio with Officers. Vio. Methinks, his words do from fuch paffion fly, That he believes himself; fo do not I: Prove true, imagination, oh, 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 fage faws. Vio. He nam'd Sebaftian; I my brother know Yet living in my glafs; even fuch, and fo In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament; For him I imitate: oh, if it prove, Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love. [Exit. Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his difhonefty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Fab. Come, let's fee the event. Sir To. I dare lay any mony, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt. ACT W ACT IV. SCENE, The Street. Enter Sebaftian, and Clown. you CLOWN. ILL make me believe, that I am not fent 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 fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario, nor this is not my nofe neither; nothing, that is fo, is fo. Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; thou know'ft not me. Clo. Vent my folly! fome -he has heard that word of 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 ftrangeness and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's mony for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worfe payment. Cla. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; thefe wife men, that give fools mony, 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. 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 ftrait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian. 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; tho' I ftruck him firft, 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 flefh'd': come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldft thou now ? If thou dar'it tempt me further, draw thy fword. Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Enter Olivia. [They draw and fight. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Oli. Will it be ever thus? ungracious wretch, Rudesby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend, [Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, fway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, He ftarted one poor heart of mine in thee. Seb. What relifh is in this? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. Let Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe fteep, If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep. Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'dft be rul'd by me. Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. O, fay fo, and fo be! [Exeunt. SCENE, an Apartment in Olivia's House. Mar. Enter Maria, and Clown. AY, 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 whilft. [Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myself in't; and I would, I were the first that ever diffembled in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good ftudent; but to be faid an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to fay, a careful man and a great fcholar. The competitors enter. Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr. Parfon. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never faw pen and ink, very wittily faid to a neice of King Gorboduck, that that is, is: fo I being Mr. Parfon, am Mr. Parfon; for what is that, but that? and is, but is ? Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. -peace in this prifon! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. Mal. Who calls there? [Malvolio within. Ch. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to vifit Malvolio the lunatick. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady. Cla |