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

Viola.. 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's half

my

coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Çan 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.

Viola. I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.

Ant. Ob, Heavens !
2 Offi. 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.
But oh, how vile and idle 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.

[Exit, with OFFICERS, Sir T. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian;

Viola. 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: vh, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love.

[Erit.

Sir T. 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 A. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him !

Sir T. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir A. An I do not

[Exit. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir T. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

[Ereunt.

Enter SeBASTIAN and CLOWN.

Clown. 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.

Clown. Well held out, j'faith! No, I do not know you; nor am I 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, vert thy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me.

Clown. Vent my folly!-He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I pr’ythee, tell me what I shall vent to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?

Seb. I prythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;
There's money for thee. If you tarry longer,
I shall give worse payment.

Clown. These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years purchase,

Come, my

Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, SIR TOBY Belci,

and Fabian. Sir A. 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 T. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clown. This will I tell my lady straight; I would not be in some of your coats, for two pence. [Erit.

Sir T. Come on, sir !-hold. (Holding SEBASTIAN.

Sir A. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another way 10 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.

Set. Let go thy hand.

Sir T. Come, sir, I will not let you go. young soldier, put up your iron; you are well fleshed Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou

now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir 7. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They draw, and fight.

Enter OLIVIA.
Oliv. Hold, Toby ! on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
Sir T. Madam?

Oliv. 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 and SIR ANDREW. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent,

come on,

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 sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep. Olio. Nay, come, I pr’ythee ! 'Would, thou’dst be

ruld by me! Seb. Madam, I will. Olio. Oh, say so, and so be!

[Freunt.

SCENE III.

An Apartment in OLIVIA's House.

Enter MARIA and Clown.

Maria. 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. Clown. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would, I were the first that ever dissernbled in such a gown!

Enter Sir Toby Belch and MARIA. Sir T. Jove bless thee, master parson! Clown. 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 Gorboduc,--That, that is, is:

so I being master parson, am master parson ; for what is that, but that? and is, but is ?

Sir T. To him, Sir Topas ! Clown. What, hoa, I say !-peace in this prison ! Sir T. The knave counterfeits well ; a good knave! Malvolio. (Within.] Who calls there? Clown. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio, the lunatic.

Mal. [Within.] Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clown. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou this man? Talkest thou of nothing but ladies ?

Sir T. Well said, master parson !

Mal. [Within.] Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged -Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clown. Sayest thou, that house is dark ;
Mal. [Within.] As hell, Sir Topas !

Clown. Madman, thou errest! I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. [Within.] I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused; I am no more mad than you are, make the trial of it, in any constant question.

Clown. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl ?

Mal. [Within.] That the soul of our grandam, might, haply, inhabit a bird.

Clown. What think’st thou of his opinion?

Mal. [Within.] I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve of his opinion.

Clown. Fare thee well! Remain thou still in dark. ness ! thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits ; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well !

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