Will you make me believe that I am not sent for 1920you?

Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,

4.1.31922Let me be clear of thee.

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,

4.1.6Thou 1928know'st not me.

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]

4.1.9There's 1936money for thee; If you tarry longer,

4.1.10[Threatening a blow] I shall give worse 1937payment.

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!

Why, there's for thee, and there, and there!

4.1.141944[To the audience] Are all the people mad?

[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.

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?

4.1.221958If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

[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,

4.1.271965Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,

4.1.281966Where manners ne'er were preached! Out of my sight!

4.1.291967[To Sebastian] Be not offended, dear Cesario.

4.1.301968[To Sir Toby] Rudesby, be gone! [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian.] [To Sebastian] I prithee, gentle friend,

4.1.311969Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway

4.1.321970In this uncivil and unjust extent

4.1.331971Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,

4.1.341972And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks

4.1.351973This ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby

4.1.361974Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go;

4.1.371975Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,

4.1.381976He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

[To the audience] What relish is in this? How runs the stream?

4.1.401978Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

4.1.411979Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;

4.1.421980If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'dst be ruled by me!

Madam, I will.

Madam, I will. O say so, and so be. Exeunt.