| 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 | 5 |
| | 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. | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| | 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 | 20 |
| | that give fools money get themselves a good | |
| | report--after fourteen years' purchase. | |
| | Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN | |
| SIR ANDREW | Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. | |
| SEBASTIAN | Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all | |
| | the people mad? | 25 |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | 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. | |
| | Exit | |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | Come on, sir; hold. | |
| SIR ANDREW | Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work | 30 |
| | 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 BELCH | Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young | 35 |
| | soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. | |
| SEBASTIAN | I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If | |
| | thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. | |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two | |
| | of this malapert blood from you. | 40 |
| | Enter OLIVIA | |
| OLIVIA | Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold! | |
| SIR TOBY BELCH | 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! | 45 |
| | Be not offended, dear Cesario. | |
| | Rudesby, be gone! | |
| | Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN | |
| | I prithee, gentle friend, | |
| | Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway | |
| | In this uncivil and thou unjust extent | 50 |
| | 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 | |
| | Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go: | |
| | Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, | 55 |
| | He started one poor heart of mine in thee. | |
| SEBASTIAN | 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! | 60 |
| OLIVIA | Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me! | |
| SEBASTIAN | Madam, I will. | |
| OLIVIA | O, say so, and so be! | |
| | Exeunt | |
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