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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.

FIRST OFFICER.

The man grows mad. Away with him.

Come, come, sir.

ANTONIO.

Lead me on. Exit with OFFICERS

VIOLA.

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 TOBY.

Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper

o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

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. O, if it prove,

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Exit

SIR TOBY. 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.

FABIAN.

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

AGUECHEEK.

'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

SIR TOBY.

Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

AGUECHEEK.

And I do not- Exit

FABIAN. Come, let's see the event.

SIR TOBY.

I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.

Exeunt

ACT IV. SCENE I. Before OLIVIA'S house

Enter SEBASTIAN and CLOWN

CLOWN.

Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

SEBASTIAN.

Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; let me be clear of thee.

CLOWN.

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.

SEBASTIAN.

I prithee vent 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 am afraid this great

lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird

thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady.

Shall

I vent to her that thou art coming?

SEBASTIAN.

I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me;

There's money for thee; if you tarry longer

I shall give worse payment.

CLOWN.

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

AGUECHEEK.

Now, sir, have I met you again?

[Striking SEBASTIAN] There's for you.

SEBASTIAN.

Why, there's for thee, and there, and there.

Are all the people mad?

SIR TOBY.

Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

[Holding SEBASTIAN]

CLOWN.

This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of

your coats for two-pence. Exit

SIR TOBY. Come on, sir; hold.

AGUECHEEK.

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.

SEBASTIAN.

Let go thy hand.

SIR TOBY.

Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier,

put up your iron; you are well flesh'd. Come on.

SEBASTIAN.

I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. [Draws]

SIR TOBY.

What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this

malapert blood from you. [Draws]

Enter OLIVIA

OLIVIA.

Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee hold.

SIR TOBY.

Madam!

OLIVIA.

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, be gone!

Exeunt SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN

I prithee, gentle friend,

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