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FIRST OFFICER. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, |
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. |
Take him away; he knows I know him well. |
ANTONIO. I Must obey. [To VIOLA] This comes with seeking you; |
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. |
What will you do, now my necessity |
Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me |
Much more for what I cannot do for you |
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; |
But be of comfort. |
SECOND OFFICER. Come, sir, away. |
ANTONIO. I must entreat of you some of that money. |
VIOLA. What money, sir? |
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, |
And part being prompted by your present trouble, |
Out of my lean and low ability |
I'll lend you something. My having is not much; |
I'll make division of my present with you; |
Hold, there's half my coffer. |
ANTONIO. Will you deny me now? |
Is't possible that my deserts to you |
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, |
Lest that it make me so unsound a man |
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses |
That I have done for you. |
VIOLA. I know of none, |
Nor know I you by voice or any feature. |
I hate ingratitude more in a man |
Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, |
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption |
Inhabits our frail blood. |
ANTONIO. O heavens themselves! |
SECOND OFFICER. Come, sir, I pray you go. |
ANTONIO. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here |
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, |
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, |
And to his image, which methought did promise |
Most venerable worth, did I devotion. |
FIRST OFFICER. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. |
ANTONIO. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god! |
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. |
In nature there's no blemish but the mind: |
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind. |
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil |
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. |
FIRST OFFICER. The man grows mad. Away with him. |
Come, come, sir. |
ANTONIO. Lead me on. Exit with OFFICERS |
VIOLA. Methinks his words do from such passion fly |
That he believes himself; so do not I. |
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, |
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! |
SIR TOBY. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper |
o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. |
VIOLA. He nam'd Sebastian. I my brother know |
Yet living in my glass; even such and so |
In favour was my brother; and he went |
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, |
For him I imitate. O, if it prove, |
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Exit |
SIR TOBY. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a |
hare. His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in |
necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. |
FABIAN. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. |
AGUECHEEK. 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. |
SIR TOBY. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. |
AGUECHEEK. And I do not- Exit |
FABIAN. Come, let's see the event. |
SIR TOBY. I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. |
Exeunt |
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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 |
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