[345] _love;_] Ff. _love,--_ Capell. After this S. Walker supposes a line to be lost.
[347] _venerable_] _veritable_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[349] _vile_] Pope. _vilde_ F1 F2 F3. _vild_ F4.
[353] _beauteous evil_] _beauteous-evil_ Malone.
[355] _The man_] _Surely the man_ Hanmer.
_Come_] 2. Off. _Come_ Capell. This word begins a line in Ff.
[362] _we'll_] _Weel_ F1. _Well_ F2 F3 F4.
[377] _An_] _Theobald_. _And_ Ff. _If_ Pope.
_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; 5 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.
_Seb._ I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. 10
_Clo._ 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 15 coming?
_Seb._ I prithee, 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 20 men that give fools money get themselves a good report--after fourteen years' purchase.
_Enter_ SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, _and_ FABIAN.
_Sir And._ Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
_Seb._ Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. 25 Are all the people mad?
_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. 30 [_Exit._
_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 stroke him first, yet it's no matter for that. 35
_Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.
_Seb._ I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 40 If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
_Sir To._ What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.