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Twelfth Night (Modern)
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19174.1
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for 1920you?
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
Well held out i'faith! No, I do not know you, 1924nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come 1925speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; 1926nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so, is so.
I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
Vent my folly! [To the audience] He has heard that word of some 1930great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my 1931folly! I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a 1932cockney. [To Sebastian] I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell 1933me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that 1934thou art coming?
I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me. [Giving a coin]
By my troth, thou hast an open hand. [To the audience] These 1939wise men that give fools money get themselves a good 1940report--after fourteen years' purchase!
Now, sir, have I met you again? There's for you!
4.1.12.1[He strikes Sebastian.]
Why, there's for thee, and there, and there!
4.1.13.1[He beats Sir Andrew with the handle of his dagger.]
[Seizing Sebastian] Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
[To the audience] This will I tell my lady straight; [To them] I would not be 1947in some of your coats for twopence.
4.1.16.1[Exit.]
Come on, sir, hold!
Nay, let him alone. I'll go another way to work 1950with him: I'll have an action of battery against him, if 1951there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first, yet 1952it's no matter for that.
[To Sir Toby] Let go thy hand!
Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young 1955soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed. Come 1956on!
I will be free from thee. [He breaks free and draws his sword.] What wouldst thou now?
[Drawing] What, what! Nay then, I must have an ounce or 1960two of this malapert blood from you.
Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee, hold!
Madam.
Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
4.1.301968[To Sir Toby] Rudesby, be gone! [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian.] [To Sebastian] I prithee, gentle friend,
[To the audience] What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'dst be ruled by me!
Madam, I will.
1983Olivia
Exeunt.
O say so, and so be.