Act 3 Scene 4 Flashcards
If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion
himself possessed him, yet I’ll speak to him.
HHI, HHI. HIWYS? HIWYM?
Here he is, here he is. How is’t with you, sir?
how is’t with you, man?
La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
CHWTTWW.
Carry his water to the wise woman.
Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
NWBG: G, G: TFIR, AWNBRU.
No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Is’t possible?
ITWPUASN, ICCIAAIF.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
W, WSMHMI.
Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
[Enter SIR ANDREW]
MMFAMM.
More matter for a May morning.
Here’s the challenge, read it: warrant there’s
vinegar and pepper in’t.
ISS?
Is’t so saucy?
Give me. [Reads] ‘Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.’
GAV.
Good, and valiant.
[Reads] ‘Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for’t.’
AGN; TKYFTBOTL.
A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
[Reads] ‘Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.’
VBATEGS
Very brief, and to exceeding good sense.
[Reads] ‘I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,’—
G.
Good.
[Reads] ‘Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.’
SYKO’TWSOTL: G.
Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law: good.
[Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA]
HHCWYN: GTWTHTL, APAH.
Here he comes with your niece: give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
IKTKIIAY, ETAMA; BNOTCM.
I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
NOTWP, TRHBHF, AYALTFHITPOHV. HI, IS, TMSBAFOTYCPHFIAPOI. WYWTH? IWMYPWHIIC.
Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.