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Twelfth Night

Act IV, Scene 1

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, in 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 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?
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger ore 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 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 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.
 
[Enter OLIVIA]
 
OLIVIA
Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!
 
SIR TOBY BELCH
Madam!
 
OLIVIA
            ,      ,       ,       ,           ,
      Will it | be e|ver thus?| Ungra|cious wretch,
       ,              ,         ,         ,    2      ,
      Fit for | the moun|tains and | the bar|barous caves,
             ,         ,             ,       ,            ,
      Where man|ners nere | were preached:| out of | my sight,
          ,       ,         ,       ,   ,
      Be not | offen|ded, dear | Cesa|rio.
        ,            ,       ,        ,         ,
      Rudesby | be gone.| I pri|thee gen|tle friend,
                  ,   ,        ,         ,         ,
      Let thy / fair wis|dom, not | thy pas|sion sway
           ,       ,       ,        ,        ,
      In this | unci|vil, and | unjust | extent
          ,           ,          ,        ,        ,
      Against | thy peace.| Go with | me to | my house,
            ,           ,          ,      ,           ,
      And hear | thou there | how ma|ny fruit|less pranks
            ,                 ,     ,          ,          ,
10    This ruf|fian hath / botched up,| that thou | thereby
              ,          ,           ,            ,          ,
      Mayst smile | at this:| thou shalt | not choose | but go:
          ,       ,       ,           ,         ,
      Do not | deny.| Beshrew | his soul | for me,
           ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
      He start|ed one | poor heart | of mine | in thee.
 
SEBASTIAN
            ,       ,        ,          ,           ,
      What rel|ish is | in this?| How runs | the stream?
         ,       ,         ,          ,       ,
      Or I | am mad,| or else | this is | a dream:
           ,       ,          ,         ,       ,
      Let fan|cy still | my sense | in Le|the steep,
          ,        ,         ,            ,         ,
      If it | be thus | to dream,| still let | me sleep.
 
OLIVIA
       T    T  .  T          ,           2     ,         ,
      Nay come I pri|thee; would | thoust be ruled | by me?
 
SEBASTIAN
       ,          ,
      Madam,| I will.
 
OLIVIA
                        ,               ,  ,
20                   O say | so, and / so be.
 
[Exeunt]

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