Act 4, Scene 1
Illyria, A street adjoining Olivia’s house.
- Enter Sebastian and Clown.
- Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Sebastian3 - 4
- Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
- Let me be clear of thee.
Feste5 - 8
- 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.
Sebastian9 - 10
- I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
- Thou know’st not me.
Feste11 - 15
- 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 prithee now
- ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my
- lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Sebastian16 - 18
- I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
- There’s money for thee. If you tarry longer,
- I shall give worse payment.
Feste19 - 21
- By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that
- give fools money get themselves a good report—after fourteen
- years’ purchase.
- Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
- Now, sir, have I met you again? There’s for you.
- Strikes Sebastian.
Sebastian25 - 27
- Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there.
- Strikes Sir Andrew.
- Are all the people mad?
- Draws his dagger.
- Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
- Seizes Sebastian’s arm.
Feste31 - 32
- This will I tell my lady straight; I would not be in some of
- your coats for twopence.
- Come on, sir, hold!
Sir Andrew35 - 38
- 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. Though I struck him first, yet it’s no
- matter for that.
- Let go thy hand.
Sir Toby40 - 41
- Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier,
- put up your iron; you are well flesh’d. Come on.
Sebastian42 - 45
- I will be free from thee.
- Breaks away and draws his sword.
- What wouldst thou now?
- If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir Toby46 - 47
- What, what? Nay then I must have an ounce or two of this
- malapert blood from you.
- Enter Olivia.
- Hold, Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold!
Olivia52 - 66
- 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 sight!
- Be not offended, dear Cesario.
- Rudesby, be gone!
- Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
- I prithee, gentle friend,
- Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
- In this uncivil and unjust extent
- Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
- And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
- This ruffian hath botch’d up, that thou thereby
- Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go;
- Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
- He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.
Sebastian67 - 70
- What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
- Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
- Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
- If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
- Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou’dst be rul’d by me!
- Madam, I will.
- O, say so, and so be!