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 corruptionInhabites 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 euillAre 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.ExitVio.Me thinkes his words do from such passsion flyeThat 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 soIn 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
[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 swayIn this vnciuill, and vniust extentAgainst thy peace. Go with me to my house,
[1900]
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankesThis Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou therebyMayst 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 meSeb.
[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
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 swayIn this vnciuill, and vniust extentAgainst thy peace. Go with me to my house,
[1900]
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankesThis Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou therebyMayst 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 meSeb.
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<l n="1886">I will be free from thee. What wouldst y<c rend="superscript">u</c>now?</l>
<l n="1887">If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tn-tob">
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<p n="1888">What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or
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<sp who="#F-tn-tob">
<speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
<p n="1891">Madam.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tn-oli">
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<l n="1898">In this vnciuill, and vniust extent</l>
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<l n="1901">This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby</l>
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<sp who="#F-tn-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
<l n="1905">What rellish is in this? How runs the streame?</l>
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