d have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter flip, and 11 give him my Horfe, grey Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the Motion; ftand here, make a good hew on't, this fhall end without the Perdition of Souls; arry I'll ride your Horfe as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian and Viola.

have his Horse to take up the Quarrel, I have perfuaded im the Youth's a Devil. [To Fabian. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and boks pale, as if a Bear were at his Heels.

Sir To. There's no Remedy, Sir, he will fight with you or's Oath fake: Marry he hath better bethought him of his Quarrel, and he finds that now fcarce to be worth talking of; herefore draw for the Supportance of his Vow, he protests he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me; a little thing would make me cell them how much I lack of a Man.

Fab. Give Ground if you fee him furious.

Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no Remedy; the Genleman will for his Honour's fake have one bout with you; he cannot by the Duello avoid it; but he has promis'd me, as he is a Gentleman and a Soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't.

Sir And. Pray God he keep his Oath.
Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do affure you 'tis against my Will.
Ant. Put up your Sword; if this
Have done offence, I take the Fault on me;

young

If you offend him, I for him defie you.
Sir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you?

[They draw.

Gentleman

[Drawing.

Ant. One, Sir, that for his Love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

SirTo. Nay, if you be an Undertaker, I am for you.[Draws.
Enter Officers.

Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the Officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon.

Vio. Pray, Sir, put your

Sword up if you please.

[To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you I'll be as good as my Word. He will bear you eafily, and reins well.

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1 Off.

1 Off. This is the Man, do thy Office.

2 Off. Anthonio, I arreft thee at the Suit of Duke Orfint. Ant. You mistake me, Sir.

1 Off. No, Sir, no Jot; I know your Favour well;
Tho' now you have no Sea-cap on your Head.
Take him away, he knows I know him well.

Ant. I muft obey. This comes with feeking you;
But there's no Remedy. I fhall answer it.
What will you do? Now my Neceffity

Makes me to ask you for my Purfe. It grieves me
Much more; for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befals my felf: You ftand amaz'd,
But be of Comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.

Ant. I muft intreat of you fome of that Mony.
Vio. What Mony, Sir?

For the fair Kindness you have fhew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your prefent Trouble,
Out of my lean and low Ability

I'll lend you fomething; my having is not much,
I'll make Divifion of my Prefent with you:
Hold, there's half my Coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?

Is't poffible, that my Deferts to you

Can lack Perfuafion? Do not tempt my Mifery,
Left that it make me fo unfound a Man,

As to upbraid you with thofe Kindnesses
That I have done for you.

V10. I know of none,

Nor know I you by Voice, or any Feature.
I hate Ingratitude more in a Man,

Than Lying, Vainness, Babling Drunkenness,

Or any Taint of Vice, whofe ftrong Corruption
Inhabits our frail Blood.

Ant. Oh Heav'ns themfelves!

2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you go.

Ant. Let me fpeak a little. This Youth that you fee here, I fnatcht one Half out of the Jaws of Death,

Reliev'd him with fuch Sanctity of Love,

And to his Image, which methought did promise
Moft venerable Worth, did I Devotion.

I Off. What's that to us, the Time goes by; away.
Ant. But oh, how vild an Idol proves this God! !
Thou haft, Sebaftian, done good Feature fhame,
In Nature there's no Blemish but the Mind:
None can be call'd Deform'd but the Unkind.
Virtue is Beauty, but the beauteous Evil
Are empty Trunks, o'er-flourish'd by the Devil.
1 Off. The Man grows mad, away with him:
Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on.

Vio. Methinks his Words do from fuch Paffion fly, That he believes himself, fo do not I:.

Prove true Imagination, oh prove true,

That I, dear Brother, be now ta'en for you.

[Exit.

Sir To. Come hither, Knight, come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a Couplet or two of most fage Saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebaftian; I my Brother know

Yet living in my Glafs; even fuch, and fo
In favour was my Brother, and he went
Still in this Fashion, Colour, Ornament,
For him I imitate: Oh if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt Waves fresh in Love.

[Exit.

Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry Boy, and more a Coward than a Hare; his Difhonefty appears in leaving his Friend here in Neceffity, and denying him; and for his Cowardfhip ask Fabian.

it.

Fab. A Coward, a moft devout Coward, religious in

Sir And. 'Slid I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do, cuff him foundly, but never thy Sword.
Sir And And I do not.

Fab. Come, let's fee the Event.

Sir To. I dare lay any Mony 'twill be nothing yet.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

SCENE the Street.

Enter Sebaftian and Clown.

Clo.WILL you make me believe that I am not sent fo

you?

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

Clo. Well held out i'faith: No, I do not know you, not I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your Name is not Master Cefario, nor this is not my Nose neither; nothing that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I prethee vent thy Folly fomewhere elfe, thou know'ft

not me.

Clo. Vent my Folly! He has heard that Word of fome great Man, and now applies it to a Fool. Vent my Folly! ! am afraid this great Lubber the World will prove a Cockney: I prethee now ungird thy Strangeness, and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her that thou art coming?

Seb. I prethee foolish Greek depart from me, there's Mony for thee. If you tarry longer I fhall give worse Pay

ment.

Clo. By my Troth thou haft an open Hand; thefe wife Men that give Fools Mony, get themselves a good Report after fourteen Years Purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

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

you.

[Striking Sebaftian. 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: in fome of your Coats for two pence. Sir To. Come on, Sir, hold.

I would not be [Exit Clown. [Holding Sebaftian.

Sir And.

Sir And. 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; tho' I ftruck him firft, 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 flesh'd: Come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would't thou now? If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy Sword.

Sir To. What, what? Nay then I must have an Ounce or two of this malapert Blood from you. [They draw and fight. 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 Cefario.

Rudesby be gone. I prethee, gentle Friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair Wisdom, not thy Paffion fway In this uncivil and unjuft 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 chufe but go:
Do not deny, befhrew 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 elfe this is a Dream.

Let Fancy ftill my Senfe in Lethe fteep,

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

Oli. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O fay fo, and so be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Olivia's House.

Enter Maria and Clown.

Mar. Nay, I prethee 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. Dd 4

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