Clown.
Clown.
Will you make me believe, that I am not
sent for you?
Seb.
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow. Let
me be clear of thee.
Clo.
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.
Seb.
I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else;
thou know'st not me.
Clo.
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 pr'ythee now, ungird thy
strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady;
shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?
Seb.
1 noteI pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;
there's mony for thee. If you tarry longer, I shall
give worse payment.
Clo.
By my troth, thou hast an open hand; these
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wise men, that give fools mony, 2 noteget themselves a
good report after fourteen years' purchase.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And.
Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's
for you.
[Striking Sebastian.
Seb.
Why, there's for thee, and there, and there;
are all the people mad?
[Beating Sir Andrew.
Sir To.
Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er
the house.
Clo.
This will I tell my Lady straight: I would not
be in some of your coats for two pence.
[Exit Clown.
Sir To.
Come on, Sir; hold.
[Holding Sebastian.
Sir And.
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; tho' I
struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
Seb.
Let go thy hand.
Sir To.
Come Sir, I will not let you go. Come,
my young soldier, put up your iron; you are well
flesh'd: come on.
Seb.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To.
What, what? nay, then, I must have an
ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[They draw and fight.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
