Before Olivia's House.
 Enter SEBASTIAN and FESTE.

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

Sebastian	Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow. Let me be clear of 
	thee.

Feste	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.

Sebastian	I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else.
	Thou know'st not me.

Feste	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?

Sebastian	I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
	There's money for thee. If you tarry longer
	I shall give worse payment.

Feste	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 SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN.

Sir Andrew	Now sir, have I met you again? There's for you!
														[Strikes SEBASTIAN.
Sebastian	Why, there's for thee - and there, and there!
														[Beats SIR ANDREW.
	Are all the people mad?

Sir Toby	Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
														[Seizes SEBASTIAN.

Feste	This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of 
	your coats for twopence.
														[Exit.
Sir Toby	Come on, sir; hold.

Sir Andrew	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.

Sebastian	Let go thy hand.

Sir Toby	Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, 
	put up your iron. You are well fleshed. Come on.

Sebastian	I will be free from thee.
														[Frees himself.
								What wouldst thou now?
	[Drawing.] If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir Toby	What, what? [Drawing.] Nay then, I must have an ounce or two 
	of this malapert blood from you.

                              Enter OLIVIA.

Olivia	Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee hold!

Sir Toby	Madam.

Olivia	Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
	Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
	Where manners ne'er were preached. 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 botched 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.

Sebastian	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!

Olivia	Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou'dst be ruled by me!

Sebastian	Madam, I will.

Olivia						O, say so, and so be.
														[Exeunt.
