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Twelfe Night, or, What you will. That I haue done for you. Vio. I know of none, Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature:
[1805]
I hate ingratitude more in a man, Then lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabites our fraile blood.
Ant. Oh heauens themselues. 2. Off.
[1810]
Come sir, I pray you go.
Ant. Let me speake a little. This youth that you see (heere, I snatch'd one halfe out of the iawes of death, Releeu'd him with such sanctitie of loue; And to his image, which me thought did promise
[1815]
Most venerable worth, did I deuotion.
1. Off. What's that to vs, the time goes by: Away. Ant. But oh, how vilde an idoll proues this God: Thou hast Sebastian done good feature, shame. In Nature, there's no blemish but the minde:
[1820]
None can be call'd deform'd, but the vnkinde. Vertue is beauty, but the beauteous euill Are empty trunkes, ore‑flourish'd by the deuill.
1. Off. The man growes mad, away with him: Come, come sir. Ant.
[1825]
Leade me on.
Exit Vio. Me thinkes his words do from such passsion flye That he beleeues himselfe, so do not I: Proue true imagination, oh proue true, That I deere brother, be now tane for you. To.
[1830]

Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: Weel

whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage sawes.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know Yet liuing in my glasse: euen such, and so In fauour was my Brother, and he went
[1835]
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: Oh if it proue, Tempests are kinde, and salt waues fresh in loue.
To.

A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward

then a Hare, his dishonesty appeares, in leauing his frend

[1840]

heere in necesssity, and denying him: and for his coward­

ship aske Fabian.

Fab.

A Coward, a most deuout Coward, religious in

it.

And.

Slid Ile after him againe, and beate him.

To.
[1845]

Do, cuffe him soundly, but neuer draw thy sword

And.

And I do not.

Fab.

Come, let's see the euent.

To.

I dare lay any money, twill be nothing yet.

Exit
Actus Quartus, Scæna prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Sebastian and Clowne. Clo.

Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for

[1850]

you?

Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow, Let me be cleere of thee. Clo.

Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,

nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come

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speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,

nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.

Seb.

I prethee vent thy folly some‑where else, thou

know'st not me.

Clo.

Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some

[1860]

great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my fol­

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ly: I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a

Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell

me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that

thou art comming?

Seb.
[1865]

I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's

money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse

paiment.

Clo.

By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wise‑

men that giue fooles money, get themselues a good re­

[1870]

port, after foureteene yeares purchase.

Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian. And.

Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.

Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there, Are all the people mad? To.

Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.

Clo.
[1875]

This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be

in some of your coats for two pence.

To.

Come on sir, hold.

An.

Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke

with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if

[1880]

there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet

it's no matter for that.

Seb.

Let go thy hand.

To.

Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong

souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come

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on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst y u now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. To.

What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or

two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter Oliuia. Ol.
[1890]

Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.

To.

Madam.

Ol. Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch, Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues, Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
[1895]
Be not offended, deere Cesario: Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend, Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passsion sway In this vnciuill, and vniust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
[1900]
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe: Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee, He started one poore heart of mine, in thee.
Seb.
[1905]
What rellish is in this? How runs the streame? Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame: Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe, If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe.
Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me Seb.
[1910]
Madam, I will.
Ol. O say so, and so be. Exeunt.
Scœna Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Maria and Clowne. Mar.

Nay, I prethee put on this gown, & this beard,

make him beleeue thou art sir Topas the Curate, doe it

quickly. Ile call sir Toby the whilst.

Clo.
[1915]

Well, Ile put it on, and I will dissemble my selfe

in't, and I would I were the first that euer dissembled in such

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Actus Quartus, Scæna prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Sebastian and Clowne. Clo.

Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for

[1850]

you?

Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow, Let me be cleere of thee. Clo.

Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,

nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come

[1855]

speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,

nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.

Seb.

I prethee vent thy folly some‑where else, thou

know'st not me.

Clo.

Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some

[1860]

great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my fol­

ly: I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a

Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell

me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that

thou art comming?

Seb.
[1865]

I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's

money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse

paiment.

Clo.

By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wise‑

men that giue fooles money, get themselues a good re­

[1870]

port, after foureteene yeares purchase.

Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian. And.

Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.

Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there, Are all the people mad? To.

Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.

Clo.
[1875]

This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be

in some of your coats for two pence.

To.

Come on sir, hold.

An.

Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke

with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if

[1880]

there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet

it's no matter for that.

Seb.

Let go thy hand.

To.

Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong

souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come

[1885]

on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst y u now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. To.

What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or

two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter Oliuia. Ol.
[1890]

Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.

To.

Madam.

Ol. Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch, Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues, Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
[1895]
Be not offended, deere Cesario: Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend, Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passsion sway In this vnciuill, and vniust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
[1900]
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe: Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee, He started one poore heart of mine, in thee.
Seb.
[1905]
What rellish is in this? How runs the streame? Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame: Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe, If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe.
Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me Seb.
[1910]
Madam, I will.
Ol. O say so, and so be. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="1898">In this vnciuill, and vniust extent</l>
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