Vio.
I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

Ant.
Put up your sword; if this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing.

Sir To.
You Sir? Why, what are you?

Ant.
One, Sir, that for his love dares yet do more

Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Sir To.
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [Draws. Enter Officers.

Fab.
O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.

Sir To.
I'll be with you anon.

Vio.
Pray, Sir, put your sword up if you please. [To Sir Andrew.

Sir And.

Marry, will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you, I'll be as good as my word.—He will bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off.

This is the man; do thy office.

2 Off.

Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Orsino.

Ant.
You do mistake me, Sir.

1 Off.
No, Sir, no jot; I know your favour well;
Tho' now you have no sea-cap on your head.
—Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant.
I must obey.—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 befals myself: you stand amaz'd,
But be of comfort.

2 Off.
Come, Sir, away.

Ant.
I must intreat of you some of that mony.

Vio.
What mony, Sir?
For the fair kindness you have shew'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.

Ant.
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.

Vio.
I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant.
Oh, heav'ns themselves!—

2 Off.
Come, Sir, I pray you, go.

Ant.
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.

1 Off.
What's that to us?—the time goes by—away.

Ant.
But oh, 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.

1 Off.
The man grows mad, away with him.
—Come, come, Sir.

Ant.
Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers.

Vio.
Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself—so do not I.* ^note
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To.

Come hither, Knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

Vio.
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: oh, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love. [Exit.

Sir To.

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.

Fab.
A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

Sir. And.
'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To.
Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

Sir And.
An I do not,— [Exit Sir Andrew.

Fab.
Come, let's see the event.

Sir To.
I dare lay any mony, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt.

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