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Twelfth Night: Act 4, Scene 1

Twelfth Night
Act 4, Scene 1

Scene 1

Illyria, A street adjoining Olivia’s house.

  1. Enter Sebastian and Clown.

Feste

2
  1. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

Sebastian

3 - 4
  1. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
  2. Let me be clear of thee.

Feste

5 - 8
  1. Well held out, i’ faith! No, I do not know you, nor I am not
  2. sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her, nor
  3. your name is not Master Cesario, nor this is not my nose
  4. neither: nothing that is so is so.

Sebastian

9 - 10
  1. I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
  2. Thou know’st not me.

Feste

11 - 15
  1. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and
  2. now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this
  3. great lubber the world will prove a cockney. I prithee now
  4. ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my
  5. lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

Sebastian

16 - 18
  1. I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
  2. There’s money for thee. If you tarry longer,
  3. I shall give worse payment.

Feste

19 - 21
  1. By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that
  2. give fools money get themselves a good reportafter fourteen
  3. years’ purchase.
  1. Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.

Sir Andrew

23
  1. Now, sir, have I met you again? There’s for you.
  1. Strikes Sebastian.

Sebastian

25 - 27
  1. Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there.
  2. Strikes Sir Andrew.
  3. Are all the people mad?
  1. Draws his dagger.

Sir Toby

29
  1. Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
  1. Seizes Sebastian’s arm.

Feste

31 - 32
  1. This will I tell my lady straight; I would not be in some of
  2. your coats for twopence.
  1. Exit.

Sir Toby

34
  1. Come on, sir, hold!

Sir Andrew

35 - 38
  1. Nay, let him alone. I’ll go another way to work with him;
  2. I’ll have an action of battery against him, if there be any
  3. law in Illyria. Though I struck him first, yet it’s no
  4. matter for that.

Sebastian

39
  1. Let go thy hand.

Sir Toby

40 - 41
  1. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier,
  2. put up your iron; you are well flesh’d. Come on.

Sebastian

42 - 45
  1. I will be free from thee.
  2. Breaks away and draws his sword.
  3. What wouldst thou now?
  4. If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir Toby

46 - 47
  1. What, what? Nay then I must have an ounce or two of this
  2. malapert blood from you.
  1. Draws.
  1. Enter Olivia.

Olivia

50
  1. Hold, Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold!

Sir Toby

51
  1. Madam

Olivia

52 - 66
  1. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
  2. Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
  3. Where manners ne’er were preach’d! Out of my sight!
  4. Be not offended, dear Cesario.
  5. Rudesby, be gone!
  6. Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
  7.                   I prithee, gentle friend,
  8. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
  9. In this uncivil and unjust extent
  10. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
  11. And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
  12. This ruffian hath botch’d up, that thou thereby
  13. Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go;
  14. Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
  15. He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.

Sebastian

67 - 70
  1. What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
  2. Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
  3. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
  4. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Olivia

71
  1. Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou’dst be rul’d by me!

Sebastian

72
  1. Madam, I will.

Olivia

73
  1.                O, say so, and so be!
  1. Exeunt.
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