Left that it make me fo unfound 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, vainnefs, babling drunkennefs,
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 fpeak a little. This youth that

here,

I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with fuch fanctity of love,

you fee

And to his image, which, methought, did promife
Moft venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off. What's that to us?- the time goes by-away.
Ant. But oh, how vile and idol proves this god!
Thou haft, Sebaftian, done good feature fhame.
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 fuch paffion fly, That he believes himfelf-fo do not I*.

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 whifper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws. Vio. He nam'd Sebaftian; I my brother know Yet living in my glafs. Even fuch, and fo In favour was my brother; and he went

So do not I.] This, I believe, felf, when, from this accident, means, I do not yet believe my. I gather hope of my brother's life. Ee 4 Still

Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate: oh, if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love. [Exit. Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, afk Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a moft devout coward, religious

in it.

Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir To. Do, cuff him foundly, but never draw thy

fword.

Sir And. An I do not,

Fab. Come, let's fee the event.

[Exit Sir Andrew,

Sir To. I dare,lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

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The STREET.

Enter Sebaftian, and Clown.

CLOWN.

ILL you make me believe, that I am not fent

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 fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come fpeak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario, nor this is not my nofe neither. Nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; thou know'ft not me.

Clo. Vent my folly!--he has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent

my

my folly! I am afraid, this great lubber* the world will prove a cockney. I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangeness, and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek', depart from me; there's mony for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; these wife men, that give fools mony, get themfelves 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 Sebaftian, 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 ftrait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown, Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian. 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 ftruck him firft, yet it's no matter for that,

Seb. Let go thy hand.

WARBURTON.

I am afraid this great lubber.] tor alters it to Geck. That is, affectation and foppery will overspread the world.

3 I prythee, foolish Greek] Greek, was as much as to fay Bawd or Pander. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office. A bawdy-houfe was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians, which words occur frequently in Shakespeare, especially in Timon of Athens, and Henry IV th. Yet the Oxford Edi

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-get themfelves a good report after fourteen years' purchafe.] This feems to carry a piece of fatire upon Monopolies, the crying grievance of that time. The Grants generally were for fourteen years; and the petitions being referred to a committee, it was fufpected that mony gained favourable reports from thence. WARBURTON.

Sir To. Come, Sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flefh'd:

come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword. Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I muft have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They draw and fight.

SCENE II.

Enter Olivia.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam?

Oli. 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 fight! Be not offended, dear Cefario:

Rudefby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, fway In this uncivil and unjust extent

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there, how many fruitlefs pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'ft fimile at this: thou shalt not chufe but go:
Do not deny; befhrew his foul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee'.

In this uncivil and unjuft extent] Extent is, in law, a writ of execution, whereby goods are feized for the king. It is therefore taken here for violence in general.

This ruffian hath botch'd up, - i. e. fwelled and inflamed. A botch being a fwelling or abfcefs. WARBURTON,

I fancy it is only a coarfe expreffion for made up, as a bad

taylor is called a botcher, and to botch is to make clumfily.

He started one poor heart mine in thee.] I know not whether here be not an ambigui ty intended between heart and hart. The fenfe however is easy enough. He that offends thee a tacks one of my hearts; or, as the antients expreffed it, baif heart.

Seb. What relifh is in this ? how runs the stream?

Or I am mad, or elfe this is a dream.

Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe steep,

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'dft be rul'd

by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, fay fo, and fo be!

Mar.

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SCENE III.

An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria, and Clown.

[Exeunt.

AY, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Tobý the whilft. [Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myfelf in't; and I would, I were the first that ever diffembled in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good ftudent; but to be faid an honeft man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to fay, a careful man and a great fcholar?. The competitors enter. Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. Jove blefs thee, Mr. Parfon.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never faw pen and ink, ' very wittily faid

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