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OLIVIA's garden.
[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
OLIVIA
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I have / sent aft|er him,| he says | he'll come:
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How shall | I feast | him? What | bestow | of
him?
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For youth | is bought | more^oft,| than begged,|
or bor|rowed.
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I speak | too* loud:| Where's Mal|volio,| he is sad,| and civil,
(hex with prev)
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And suits | well for a | servant | with my |
fortunes,
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Where is | Malvo|lio?
MARIA
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He's com|ing madam:
But in very strange manner. He is sure possessed
madam.
OLIVIA
Why what's the matter, does he rave?
MARIA
No madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some
guard about you, if he come, for sure the man is tainted in his wits.
OLIVIA
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Go call | him hith|er.
[enter Malvolio]
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I am | as mad | as he,
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If sad | and mer|ry mad|ness eq|ual be.
How now Malvolio?
MALVOLIO
Sweet lady, ho, ho.
OLIVIA
Smilst thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
MALVOLIO
Sad lady, I could be sad:
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This does | make^some | obstruc|tion in | the blood:
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This cross-gart|ering,| but what | of that?
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If it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true ????
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Sonnet is: Please one, and please all. ????
OLIVIA
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Why how | dost thou | man?
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What is | the matter | with thee? (tri with prev)
MALVOLIO
Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands,
and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
OLIVIA
Wilt thou go to bed Malvolio?
MALVOLIO
To bed? Aye sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
OLIVIA
God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
MARIA
How do you Malvolio?
MALVOLIO
At your request:
Yes nightingales answer daws.
MARIA
Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady.
MALVOLIO
Be not afraid of greatness: 'twas well writ.
OLIVIA
What meanst thou by that Malvolio?
MALVOLIO
Some are born great.
OLIVIA
Ha?
MALVOLIO
Some achieve greatness.
OLIVIA
What sayst thou?
MALVOLIO
And some have greatness thrust upon them.
OLIVIA
Heaven restore thee.
MALVOLIO
Remember who commended thy yellow stockings.
OLIVIA
Thy yellow stockings?
MALVOLIO
And wished to see thee cross-gartered.
OLIVIA
Cross-gartered?
MALVOLIO
Go to, thou art made, if thou desirst to be so.
OLIVIA
Am I made?
MALVOLIO
If not, let me see thee a servant still.
OLIVIA
Why this is very midsummer madness.
[Enter Servant]
Servant
Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned, I could hardly
entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
OLIVIA
I'll come to him.
Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's
my cousin Toby, let some of my people have a special care of him, I would
not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA]
MALVOLIO
Oh ho, do you come near me now: no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me.
This concurs directly with the letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may
appear stubborn to him: for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy
humble slough says she: be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,
let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of
singularity: and consequently sets down the manner how: as a sad face, a
reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so
forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful.
And when she went away now, ;et this fellow be looked to: fellow? not
Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why every thing adheres
together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle,
no incredulous or unsafe circumstance: What can be said? Nothing that can be
can come between me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Jove, not I, is
the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
[Enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Which way is he in the name of sanctity. If all the devils of hell be drawn
in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
FABIAN
Here he is, here he is: How is it with you sir? How is it with you, man?
MALVOLIO
Go off, I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go off.
MARIA
Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my
lady prays you to have a care of him.
MALVOLIO
Ah ha, does she so?
SIR TOBY BELCH
Go to, go to: peace, peace, we must deal gently with him: let me alone. How
do you Malvolio? how is it with you? What man, defy the devil: consider,
he's an enemy to mankind.
MALVOLIO
Do you know what you say?
MARIA
La you, and you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God
he be not bewitched!
FABIAN
Carry his water to the wise woman.
MARIA
Marry and it shall be done tomorrow morning if I live. My lady would not
lose him for more than I'll say.
MALVOLIO
How now mistress?
MARIA
Oh Lord.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way: do you not see you move him?
let me alone with him.
FABIAN
No way but gentleness, gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be
roughly used.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Why how now my bawcock? how dost thou chuck?
MALVOLIO
Sir.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Aye Biddy, come with me. What man, 'tis not for gravity to play at
cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him foul collier.
MARIA
Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby get him to pray.
MALVOLIO
My prayers minx.
MARIA
No I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
MALVOLIO
Go hang yourselves all: you are idle shallow things, I am not of your
element, you shall know more hereafter.
[Exit]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Is it possible?
FABIAN
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable
fiction.
SIR TOBY BELCH
His very genius hath taken the infection of the device man.
MARIA
Nay pursue him now, lest the device take air, and taint.
FABIAN
Why we shall make him mad indeed.
MARIA
The house will be the quieter.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the
belief that he's mad: we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his
penance, till our very pastime tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy
on him: at which time, we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for
a finder of madmen: But see, but see.
[Enter SIR ANDREW]
FABIAN
More matter for a May morning.
SIR ANDREW
Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's vinegar and pepper in it.
FABIAN
Is it so saucy?
SIR ANDREW
Aye is it? I warrant him: do but read.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Give me. [Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy
fellow.
FABIAN
Good, and valiant.
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee so, for I
will show thee no reason for it.
FABIAN
A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] Thou comst to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee
kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge
thee for.
FABIAN
Very brief, and to exceeding good senseless.
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me.
FABIAN
Good.
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] Thou killst me like a rogue and a villain.
FABIAN
Still you keep on the windy side of the law: good.
SIR TOBY BELCH
[Reads] Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls. He may
have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy
friend as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, Andrew Aguecheek.
If this
letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give it him.
MARIA
You may have very fit occasion for it: he is now in some commerce with my
lady, and will by and by depart.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Go Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the orchard like a bum-baily:
so soon as ever thou seest him, draw, and as thou drawst, swear horrible:
for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent
sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation, than ever proof itself
would have earned him. Away.
SIR ANDREW
Nay let me alone for swearing.
[Exit]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior of the young gentleman,
gives him out to be of good capacity, and breeding: his employment between
his lord and my niece, confirms no less. Therefore, this letter being so
excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth: he will find it
comes from a clodpole. But sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of
mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the
gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous
opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them
both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
[Enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA]
FABIAN
Here he comes with your niece, give them way till he take leave, and
presently after him.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, FABIAN, and MARIA]
OLIVIA
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I have said | too much un|to a heart | of stone,
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And laid | mine^hon|or too | uncha|ry on it:
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There's some|thing in | me that | reproves |
my fault:
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But such | a headstrong pot|ent fault | it is,
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That it | but mocks | reproof. \\
VIOLA
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With the same
| behav|ior that | your pas|sion bears,
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Goes on | my mast|er's
grief. \\
OLIVIA
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Here, wear*| this jewel | for me,| 'tis my | picture:
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Refuse it | not, it | hath no | tongue, to | vex
you:
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And I be|seech you | come a|gain to|morrow.
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What shall | you ask | of me | that I'll | deny,
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That hon|or (saved)| may u|pon^ask|ing give.
VIOLA
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Nothing but | this, your | true love / for my | master.
OLIVIA
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How with | mine^hon|or may | I give | him that,
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Which I | have given | to you.
VIOLA
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I will ac|quit you.
OLIVIA
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Well, come | again | tomor|row: fare | thee well,
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A fiend | like thee | might bear | my soul | to hell.
[Exit]
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Gentleman, God save thee.
VIOLA
And you sir.
SIR TOBY BELCH
That defense thou hast, betake thee to it: of what nature the wrongs are
thou hast done him, I know not: but thy intercepter full of despite, bloody
as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck, be yare
in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful, and deadly.
VIOLA
You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me: my remembrance is
very free and clear from any image of offense done to any man.
SIR TOBY BELCH
You'll find it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at
any price, betake you to your guard: for your opposite hath in him what
youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.
VIOLA
I pray you sir what is he?
SIR TOBY BELCH
He is knight dubbed with unhatched rapier, and on carpet consideration, but
he is a devil in private brawl, souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and
his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be
none, but by pangs of death and sepulchre: Hob, nob, is his word: give it or
take it.
VIOLA
I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am
no fighter, I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on
others, to taste their valor: belike this is a man of that quirk.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Sir no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury,
therefore get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the
house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might
answer him: therefore on, or strip your sword stark naked: for meddle you
must that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
VIOLA
This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office,
as to know of the knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my
negligence, nothing of my purpose.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman, till my return.
[Exit]
VIOLA
Pray you sir, do you know of this matter?
FABIAN
I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement, but
nothing of the circumstance more.
VIOLA
I beseech you what manner of man is he?
FABIAN
Nothing of that wonderful promise to read him by his form, as you are like
to find him in the proof of his valor. He is indeed sir, the most
skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any
part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him, I will make your peace with him,
if I can.
VIOLA
I shall be much bound to you for it: I am one, that had rather go with sir
priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
[Exeunt]
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, with SIR ANDREW]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Why man he's a very devil, I have not seen such a farrago: I had a pass
with him, rapier, scabbard, and all: and he gives me the stuck in with such a
mortal motion that it is inevitable: and on the answer, he pays you as
surely, as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say, he has been fencer
to the Sophy.
SIR ANDREW
Pox on it, I'll not meddle with him.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Aye but he will not now be pacified,
Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
SIR ANDREW
Plague on it, and I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'ld
have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter
slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on it, this shall end
without the perdition of souls, marry I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
[enter FABIAN and VIOLA]
I have his horse to take up the quarrel, I have persuaded him the youth's a
devil.
FABIAN
He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear
were at his heels.
SIR TOBY BELCH
There's no remedy sir, he will fight with you for his oath sake:
marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw for the supportance of his
vow, he protests he will not hurt you.
VIOLA
Pray God defend me: A little thing would make me tell them how much
I lack of a man.
FABIAN
Give ground if you see him furious.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come Sir Andrew, there's no remedy, the gentleman will for his honor's
sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has
promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come
on, to it.
SIR ANDREW
Pray God he keep his oath.
VIOLA
I do assure you 'tis against my will.
ANTONIO
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Put^up | your sword:| If this | young gent/leman
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Have done | offense,| I take | the fault | on^me:
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If you | offend^him,| I for | him de|fy^you.
SIR TOBY BELCH
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You sir? Why,| what are you?|
ANTONIO
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One sir,| that for | his love dares yet | do more
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Than you | have heard | him brag | to you | he
will.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[Enter Officers]
FABIAN
O good Sir Toby hold: here come the officers.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I'll be with you anon.
VIOLA
Pray sir, put your sword up if you please.
SIR ANDREW
Marry will I sir: and for that I promised you I'll be as good as my
word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
FIRST OFFICER
This is the man, do thy office.
SECOND OFFICER
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
ANTONIO
You do mistake me sir.
FIRST OFFICER
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No sir,| no jot;| I know | your fav|or well:
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Though now | you have | no sea-|cap^on | your
head:
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Take him | away,| he knows | I know | him well.
ANTONIO
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I must | obey.| This comes | with seek|ing you:
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But there's | no rem|edy,| I shall | answer
it:
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What will | you do:| now* my | neces|sity
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Makes me to | ask you | for my | purse. It |
grieves me
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Much more,/ for what | I can|not do | for you,
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Than what | befalls | myself:| You stand |
amazed,
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But be | of com|fort.
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Come | sir a|way.
ANTONIO
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I must | entreat | of you | some of that | money.
VIOLA
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What mon/ey sir? \\
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For the / fair kind|ness you | have showed | me
here,
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And part | being promp|ted by | your pres|ent
troub||le,
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Out | of my lean | and low | abil|ity
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I'll lend | you some|thing: my | having is / not
much;
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I'll make | divi|sion of | my pres|ent with you:
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Hold, there's | half my | coffer.
ANTONIO
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Will you deny |
me now,
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Is it | possible | that my | deserts | to you
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Can lack | persua|sion. Do | not tempt | my
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Lest | that it make | me so | unsound | a man
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As to | upbraid | you with | those kind|nesses
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That I | have done | for you.
VIOLA
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I know | of none,
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Nor know | I you | by voice,| or any | feature:
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I hate | ingrat|itude | more in | a man,
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Than ly|ing, vain|ness, bab|bling, drunk|enness,
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Or an|y taint | of vice,| whose^strong |
corrup||tion
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Inhab|its our / frail blood.
ANTONIO
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O heavens |
themselves.
SECOND OFFICER
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Come sir,| I pray | you go. \\
ANTONIO
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Let me speak | a little.| This youth | that you /
see here,
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I snatched | one half out | of the jaws | of
death,
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Relieved | him with | such sanc|tity | of love;
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And to his | image,| which me|thought did |
promise
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Most ven|era|ble worth,| did I | devo||tion.
FIRST OFFICER
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What's that | to us,| The time | goes by:| away.
ANTONIO
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But oh,| how vile | an id|ol proves | this god:
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Thou hast | Sebastian done | good* fea|ture,
shame.
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In na|ture, there's | no blem/ish but | the
mind:
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None can | be called | deformed,| but the |
unkind.
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Virtue is | beauty,| but the | beaute|ous evil
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Are emp|ty trunks,| oreflour|ished by | the
devil.
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The man grows mad,| away | with him:|
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Come,| come sir.
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Lead me | on.|
[Exit with Officers]
VIOLA
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Methinks | his words | do from | such^pas|sion
fly
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That he | believes | himself,| so do | not^I.
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Prove true, ima|gina|tion, O*/ prove true,
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That I | dear* broth|er, be | now tane | for you.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come hither knight, come hither Fabian: we'll whisper ore a couplet or two
of most sage saws.
VIOLA
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He named | Sebas|tian: I | my broth|er know
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Yet liv|ing in | my glass:| eene such,| and so
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In fav|or was | my broth|er, and | he went
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Still in | this fash|ion, col|or, orn|ament,
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For him | I im|itate:| Oh if | it prove,
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Tempests | are kind,| and salt | waves fresh in love.
[Exit]
SIR TOBY BELCH
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.
SIR ANDREW
Slid I'll after him again, and beat him.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
SIR ANDREW
And I do not.
FABIAN
Come, let's see the event.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.
[Exeunt]