Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/Twelfe Night/Act 4 Scene 1
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Actus Quartus, Scæna prima.
Enter Sebastian and Clowne.
Clo.
Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for you?
Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for you?
Seb.
Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow,
Let me be cleere of thee.
Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow,
Let me be cleere of thee.
Clo.
Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,
nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come
speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,
nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.
Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,
nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come
speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,
nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.
Seb.
I prethee vent thy folly some-where else, thou know'st not me.
I prethee vent thy folly some-where else, thou know'st not me.
Clo.
Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some
great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my folly:
I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a
Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell
me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that
thou art comming?
Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some
great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my folly:
I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a
Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell
me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that
thou art comming?
Seb.
I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's
money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse paiment.
I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's
money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse paiment.
Clo.
By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wisemen
that giue fooles money, get themselues a good report,
after foureteene yeares purchase.
By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wisemen
that giue fooles money, get themselues a good report,
after foureteene yeares purchase.
Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
And.
Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.
Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.
Seb.
Why there's for thee, and there, and there,
Are all the people mad?
Why there's for thee, and there, and there,
Are all the people mad?
To.
Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.
Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.
Clo.
This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence.
This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence.
To.
Come on sir, hold.
Come on sir, hold.
An.
Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke
with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if
there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet
it's no matter for that.
Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke
with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if
there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet
it's no matter for that.
Seb.
Let go thy hand.
Let go thy hand.
To.
Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong
souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come on.
Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong
souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come on.
Seb.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst yu now?
If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst yu now?
If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
To.
What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or
two of this malapert blood from you.
What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or
two of this malapert blood from you.
Enter Oliuia.
Ol.
Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.
Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.
To.
Madam.
Madam.
Ol.
Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch,
Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues,
Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
Be not offended, deere Cesario:
Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend,
Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passion sway
In this vnciuill, and vniust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes
This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe:
Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee,
He started one poore heart of mine, in thee.
Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch,
Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues,
Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
Be not offended, deere Cesario:
Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend,
Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passion sway
In this vnciuill, and vniust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes
This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe:
Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee,
He started one poore heart of mine, in thee.
Seb.
What rellish is in this? How runs the streame?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame:
Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe,
If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe.
What rellish is in this? How runs the streame?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame:
Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe,
If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe.
Ol.
Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me.
Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me.
Seb.
Madam, I will.
Madam, I will.
Ol.
ExeuntO say so, and so be.
ExeuntO say so, and so be.