Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

1 Enter Sebastian and Clown.
2 CLOWN.
3 Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
4 SEBASTIAN.
5 Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow.
6 Let me be clear of thee.
7 CLOWN.
8 Well held out, i’ faith! No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to
9 you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not
10 Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so, is
11 so.
12 SEBASTIAN.
13 I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
14 Thou know’st not me.
15 CLOWN.
16 Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now
17 applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the
18 world, will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and
19 tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art
20 coming?
21 SEBASTIAN.
22 I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
23 There’s money for thee; if you tarry longer
24 I shall give worse payment.
25 CLOWN.
26 By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that give fools
27 money get themselves a good report—after fourteen years’ purchase.
28 Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby and Fabian.
29 SIR ANDREW.
30 Now sir, have I met you again? There’s for you.
31 [_Striking Sebastian._]
32 SEBASTIAN.
33 Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there.
34 Are all the people mad?
35 [_Beating Sir Andrew._]
36 SIR TOBY.
37 Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
38 CLOWN.
39 This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats
40 for twopence.
41 [_Exit Clown._]
42 SIR TOBY.
43 Come on, sir, hold!
44 SIR ANDREW.
45 Nay, let him alone, I’ll go another way to work with him. I’ll have an
46 action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I
47 struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
48 SEBASTIAN.
49 Let go thy hand!
50 SIR TOBY.
51 Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your
52 iron: you are well fleshed. Come on.
53 SEBASTIAN.
54 I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
55 If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
56 [_Draws._]
57 SIR TOBY.
58 What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert
59 blood from you.
60 [_Draws._]
61 Enter Olivia.
62 OLIVIA.
63 Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee hold!
64 SIR TOBY.
65 Madam.
66 OLIVIA.
67 Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
68 Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
69 Where manners ne’er were preach’d! Out of my sight!
70 Be not offended, dear Cesario.
71 Rudesby, be gone!
72 [_Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian._]
73 I prithee, gentle friend,
74 Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
75 In this uncivil and unjust extent
76 Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
77 And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
78 This ruffian hath botch’d up, that thou thereby
79 Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go.
80 Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
81 He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.
82 SEBASTIAN.
83 What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
84 Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
85 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
86 If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
87 OLIVIA.
88 Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou’dst be ruled by me!
89 SEBASTIAN.
90 Madam, I will.
91 OLIVIA.
92 O, say so, and so be!
93 [_Exeunt._]