ACT IV
SCENE I Before OLIVIA's house.


 [Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown]

Clown 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.

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.

SEBASTIAN 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?

SEBASTIAN 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.

 [Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN]

SIR ANDREW 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?

SIR TOBY BELCH 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.

 [Exit]

SIR TOBY BELCH 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.

SEBASTIAN 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.

SEBASTIAN 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.

 [Enter OLIVIA]

OLIVIA Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!

SIR TOBY BELCH 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!

 [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.

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!

OLIVIA Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me!

SEBASTIAN Madam, I will.

OLIVIA                   O, say so, and so be!

 [Exeunt]




 TWELFTH NIGHT


ACT IV