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- $Title{Twelfth Night: Act IV, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*03000.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- TWELFTH NIGHT
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE I: Before OLIVIA's house.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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- {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.
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- SEBASTIAN: I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou
- know'st not me. 10
-
- 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 20
- that give fools money get themselves a good
- report--after fourteen years' purchase.
-
- {Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN.}
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- SIR ANDREW: Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
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- SEBASTIAN: Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all
- the people mad?
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- 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.
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- SIR ANDREW: Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work 30
- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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 40
- of this malapert blood from you.
-
- {Enter OLIVIA.}
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- OLIVIA: Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!
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- SIR TOBY BELCH: Madam!
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- 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 50
- 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! 60
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- OLIVIA: Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
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- SEBASTIAN: Madam, I will.
-
- OLIVIA: O, say so, and so be!
-
- [Exeunt.]
-