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For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit.]
SIR TOBY.
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.
Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
SIR ANDREW.
And I do not,--
[Exit.]
FABIAN.
Come, let's see the event.
SIR TOBY.
I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV. SCENE I.
The Street 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 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 pr'ythee 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 pr'ythee 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 pr'ythee, 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, and FABIAN.]
SIR ANDREW.
Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
[Striking SEBASTIAN.]
SEBASTIAN.
Why, there's for thee, and there, and there.
Are all the people mad?
[Beating SIR ANDREW.]
SIR TOBY.
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 twopence.
[Exit CLOWN.]
SIR TOBY.
Come on, sir; hold.