SCENE III.

_The Street before_ OLIVIA'S _House_.

_Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ CLOWN.

_Clo._ Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

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

_Clo._ 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 Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither:--Nothing, that is so, is so.

_Seb._ I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else;--Thou know'st not me.

_Clo._ Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool.--I pr'ythee, tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

_Seb._ I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

_Clo._ 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.

_Sir And._ Now, sir, have I met you again? There's for you. [_Striking_ SEBASTIAN.

_Seb._ [_Draws his sword._] Why, there's for thee, and there, and there:--Are all the people mad?

[_Beating_ SIR ANDREW.

_Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ FABIAN.

_Sir To._ Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

_Clo._ This will I tell my lady straight--I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence.

[_Exit_ CLOWN.

_Sir To._ Come on, sir; hold. [_Holding_ SEBASTIAN.

_Sir And._ 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.

_Seb._ Let go thy hand.

_Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd; come on.

_Seb._ [_Disengages himself._] I will be free from thee. --What would'st thou now? If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.

_Sir To._ What, what?--[_Draws._]--Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [_They fight._

_Enter_ OLIVIA, _and two Servants_.

_Fab._ Hold, good Sir Toby, hold:--my lady here!

[_Exit_ FABIAN.

_Oli._ Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold.

_Sir To._ Madam?

_Oli._ 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!--

_Sir To._ Come along, knight. [_Exit_ SIR TOBY.

_Oli._ And you, sir, follow him.

_Sir And._ Oh, oh!--Sir Toby,--

[_Exit_ SIR ANDREW.

_Oli._ I pr'ythee, 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 May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go; Do not deny.

_Seb._ 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!

_Oli._ Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dst be ruled by me!

_Seb._ Madam, I will.

_Oli._ O, say so, and so be! [_Exeunt._