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papped have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and Lun dz'll give him my Horse, grey Capiler. ves !! Sir To. I'll make the Motion; stand here, make a good uo ahew on't, this shall end without the Perdition of Souls; e, unarry I'll ride your Horse as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian and Viola. Sport

: have his Horse to take up the Quarrel, I have persuaded faraim the Youth's a Devil.

[To Fabian. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and elecooks pale, as if a Bear were at his Heels. Kig Sir To. There's no Remedy, Sir, he will fight with you Ngor's Oath fake: Marry he hath better bethought him of his

Quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of; youcherefore draw for the Supportance of his Vow, he protests Enhe will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me; a little thing would make me af tell them how much I lack of a Man. cum Fab. Give Ground if you see him furious.

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

[They draw. Sir And. Pray God he keep his Oath.

Enter Antonio.
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you

Will.
Ant. Put up your Sword; if this young Gentleman
Have done offence, I take the Fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defie you. [Drawing.

Sir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you?

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

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[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 easily, and reins well.

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i Off. This is the Man, do thy Office. 2 Off. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the Suit of Duke Orfino. Ant. You mistake me, Sir. i 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 must obey. This comes with seeking you;
But there's no Remedy. I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my Necessity
Makes me to ask you for my Purse. It grieves me
Much more; for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befals my self: You stand amaz’d,
But be of Comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.
Ant. I must intreat of you some of that Mony.

Vio. What Mony, Sir?
For the fair Kindness you have shew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your present Trouble,
Out of my lean and low Ability
I'll lend you something; my having is not much,
I'll make Division of my Present with you:
Hold, there's half my Coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my Deserts to you
Can lack Persuasion? Do not tempt my Misery,
Lest that it make me so unfound a Man,
As to upbraid you with thofe Kindnesses
That I have done for you.

Vie. 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, whose strong Corruption
Inhabits our frail Blood.

Ant. Oh Heav'ns themselves !
2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you go.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This Youth that you see here,
I snatcht one Half out of the Jaws of Death,
neliev'd him with such San&ity of Love,
And to his Image, which methought did promise
Most venerable Worth, did I Devotion.

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i Off. What's that to us, the Time goes by; away.

Ant. But oh, how vild an Idol proves this God! !
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good Feature shame,
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-Aourish'd by the Devil.

1 Off The Man grows mad, away with him :
Come, come, Sir.
Ant. Lead me on.

[Exit. V1o. Methinks his Words do from such Passion fly, That he believes himself, so do not I: Prove true Imagination, oh prove true, That I, dear Brother, be now ta'en for you.

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 Sebastian; I my Brother know Yer living in my Glass; even such, and so In favour was my Brother, and he went Still in this Fashion, Colour, Ornament, For him I imitate: Oh if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt Waves fresh in Love. [Exit.

Sir To. A very dishonest paltry Boy, and more a Coward than a Hare; his Dishonesty appears in leaving his Friend here in Neceflity, and denying him; and for his Cowardship ask Rabian.

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 foundly, but never thy Sword.
Sir And And I do not.
Fab. Come, let's see the Event.
Sir To. I dare lay any Mony 'twill be nothing yet.

[Exeunt.

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A CT IV. SCENE I.

SCENE the Street.

Enter Sebastian and Clonvn.

1 make me believe that I am not sent for

Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for

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, 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 fo.

Seb. I prethee vent thy Folly somewhere else, thou know't

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

Clo. By my Troth thou haft an open Hand; these wise Men that give Fools Moay, 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 Sebastian. 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.

Şir And.

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Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work | with him; I'll have an Adion of Battery against him, if

there be any Law in Illyria; tho' 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 fleth'd: Come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'At thou now If thou dar'st 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 Cesario.
Rudesby be gone. I prethee, gentle Friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair Wisdom, not thy Passion (way

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 chuse 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 prethee, would thoud'st be ruld by me.
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. O say so, 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 whilft.

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