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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.
Sir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you?
Ant. One, Sir, that for his Love dares yet do more
[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.
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;
2 Off. Come, Sir, away.
Vio. What Mony, Sir?
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Vie. I know of none,
Ant. Oh Heav'ns themselves !
Ant. Let me speak a little. This Youth that you see here,
i Off. What's that to us, the Time goes by; away.
Ant. But oh, how vild an Idol proves this God! !
1 Off The Man grows mad, away with him :
[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.
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
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.
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.
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.
[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,
Seb. What Relish is in this? How runs the Stream?
. Nay, come I prethee, would thoud'st be ruld by me.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. Olivia's House.
Enter Maria and Clown.