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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 darst 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
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Will it | be ev|er thus?| Ungra|cious wretch,
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Fit for | the mount|ains, and | the barb|arous
caves,
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Where man|ners nere | were preached:| out of | my
sight,
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Be not | offend|ed, dear | Cesar|io:
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Rudesby | be gone.| I prith|ee gent|le friend,
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Let^thy / fair wis|dom, not | thy pas|sion sway
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In this | unciv|il, and | unjust | extent
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Against | thy peace.| Go with | me to | my house,
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And hear | thou there | how ma|ny fruit|less
pranks
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This ruf|fian hath / botched up,| that thou | thereby
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Mayst smile | at this:| thou shalt | not choose |
but go:
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Do not | deny,| Beshrew | his soul | for me,
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He start|ed one | poor heart of mine,| in thee.
SEBASTIAN
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What rel|ish is | in this?| How runs | the
stream?
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Or I | am mad,| or else | this is | a dream:
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Let fan|cy still | my sense | in Leth|e steep,
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If it | be thus | to dream,| still let | me
sleep.
OLIVIA
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Nay come I prith|ee, would | thoust be ruled | by
me?
SEBASTIAN
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Madam,| I will.
OLIVIA
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O say | so, and / so be.
[Exeunt]