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- TWELFTH NIGHT
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- Act 4 Scene 1
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- (Enter Sebastian and Feste, the clown)
- l1l Feste Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
- l2l you?
- l3l Sebastian Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
- l4l Let me be clear of thee.
- l5l Feste Well held out, iÆ faith! No, I do not know you, nor
- l6l I am not sent to you by my lady to bid you come speak
- l7l with her, nor your name is not Master Cesario, nor
- l8l this is not my nose, neither. Nothing that is so, is so.
- l9l Sebastian I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
- l10l Thou knowÆst not me.
- l11l Feste Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some
- l12l great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my follyù
- l13l I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a
- l14l cockney. I prithee now ungird thy strangeness, and tell
- l15l me what I shall ôventö to my lady? Shall I ôventö to her
- l16l that thou art coming?
- l17l Sebastian I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
- l18l ThereÆs money for thee. If you tarry longer
- l19l I shall give worse payment.
- l20l Feste By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise
- l21l men that give fools money get themselves a good report,
- l22l after fourteen yearsÆ purchase.
- (Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian)
- l23l Sir Andrew (to Sebastian) Now, sir, have I met you again?
- l24l (Striking him) ThereÆs for you.
- Sebastian (striking Sir Andrew with his dagger)
- l25l Why, thereÆs for thee, and there, and there.
- l26l Are all the people mad?
- l27l Sir Toby (to Sebastian, holding him back) Hold, sir, or IÆll
- l28l throw your dagger oÆer the house.
- l29l Feste This will I tell my lady straight, I would not be in
- l30l some of your coats for twopence.
- (Exit)
- l31l Sir Toby Come on, sir, hold.
- l32l Sir Andrew Nay, let him alone, IÆll go another way to
- l33l work with him. IÆll have an action of battery against
- l34l him if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him
- l35l first, yet itÆs no matter for that.
- l36l Sebastian Let go thy hand.
- l37l Sir Toby Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young
- l38l soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed. Come
- l39l on.
- Sebastian (freeing himself)
- l40l I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
- l41l If thou darÆst tempt me further, draw thy sword.
- l42l Sir Toby What, what? Nay then, I must have an ounce
- l43l or two of this malapert blood from you.
- (Sir Toby and Sebastian draw their swords.)
- (Enter Olivia)
- l44l Olivia Hold, Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.
- l45l Sir Toby Madam.
- l46l Olivia Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
- l47l Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
- l48l Where manners neÆer were preachedùout of my sight!
- l49l Be not offended, dear Cesario.
- l50l (To Sir Toby) Rudesby, be gone.
- (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian)
- I prithee, gentle friend,
- l51l Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion sway
- l52l In this uncivil and unjust extent
- l53l Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
- l54l And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
- l55l This ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby
- l56l Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go.
- l57l Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
- l58l He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
- l59l Sebastian What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
- l60l Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
- l61l Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
- l62l If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.
- l63l Olivia Nay, come, I prithee, would thouÆdst be ruled by me.
- l64l Sebastian Madam, I will.
- Olivia O, say so, and so be.
- (Exeunt)
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