SCENE I
Before OLIVIA’s house.
[Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown]
Clown
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
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.
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.
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 prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know’st not me.
I prithee, 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 prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
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 prithee 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 prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There’s money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
I prithee, 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.
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 BELCH, and FABIAN]
SIR ANDREW
Now, sir, have I met you again? there’s for you.
Now, sir, have I met you again? there’s for you.
SEBASTIAN
Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there. Are all the people mad?
Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there. Are all the people mad?
SIR TOBY BELCH
Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
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 two pence.
This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.
[Exit]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come on, sir; hold.
Come on, sir; hold.
SIR ANDREW
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: though I struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
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: though I struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
SEBASTIAN
Let go thy hand.
Let go thy hand.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.
Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.
SEBASTIAN
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
SIR TOBY BELCH
What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[Enter OLIVIA]
OLIVIA
Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!
Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!
SIR TOBY BELCH
Madam!
Madam!
OLIVIA
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!
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!
[Exeunt SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN]
I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and thou 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
Mayst 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.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and thou 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
Mayst 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.
SEBASTIAN
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!
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!
OLIVIA
Nay, come, I prithee; would thou’ldst be ruled by me!
Nay, come, I prithee; would thou’ldst be ruled by me!
SEBASTIAN
Madam, I will.
Madam, I will.
OLIVIA
| O, say so, and so be! |
[Exeunt]
