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leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. · Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,

[Exit. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing

[Exeunt,

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ACT IV.
SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's Hause.

Enter Sebastian and Clown. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out, j'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.

Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else a Thou know'st not me.

Clo. 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 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady ; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek,depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

hy, there's for th. [Striking some again ?

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and FABIAN.

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.

Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir ANDREW.

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight : I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence.

(Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir ; hold.

(Holding SEBASTIAN. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; l'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.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron : you are well fleshed; come on, Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst

thou now? If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

[Draws. Sir To. What, Whia malapert blood To Draws.

2 I prythee, foolish Greek,] Greek, was as 'much as to say bawd or pander, He understood the Clown to be acting in that office,

Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter OLIVIA.
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee,

hold.

Sir To. Madam? .

Oli. 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! Be not offended, dear Cesario :Rudesby, be gone !—I pr’ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and

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FABIAN

bassion, sway

Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent:
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
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go;
Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. 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!
Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'Would thou’dst

be ruld by me! Seb. Madam, I will, Oli.

O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt.

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s In this ́uncivil and unjust extent --] here for violence in general. JOHNSON.

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SCENE II.
A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria and Clown. Mar. Nay, I prythee, put on this gown, and this beard ; make him believe, thou art sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst.

[Exit MARIA. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well ; nor lean enough to be thought a good student : but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.*

Enter Sir Toby Belch and MARIA.

Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduç, That, that is, is: so I, being master parson, am master parson: For what is that, but that? and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, sir Topas.
Clo. What, hoa, I say, ---Peace in this prison !

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Mal. [in an inner chamber,] Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatick.

The competitors enter.] eiates.

That is, the confederates or asso

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go

to my lacsit, hype thou noster parsom

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou this man ? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?

Sir To.. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged : good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy : Say'st thou, that house is dark ? · Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction ?

Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas ; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl ?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Maid, than the Fance; in w

s i t hath bay-windows -] A bay-window is the same as a bow-window; a window in a recess, or bay.

- constant question.] i, e. regular conversation.

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