Act 4 Scene 1 Flashcards
FESTE Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Go too, go too. That art a foolish fellow. Let me be rid 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.
I prithee, vent thy folly somehwre else. Thouh know’st not me.
FESTE Vent my folly? He has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a Fool. I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney. Tell me what I shall vent to my Lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
I prithee, foolish greek, depart me. There’s money for thee. If you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
ANDREW {to Sebastian, who he thinks is Cesario} Now sir, have I met you again? There’s for you. {slap}
Why there’s for thee, and there, and there - Are all the people mad?
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.
(To Toby) Let go thy hand
TOBY Come sir, I will not let you go.
I will be free from thee (grabs sword from Toby) What wouldst thou now?
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.- {Death glare. They leave}
I prithee gentle friend, go 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.
(Aside) What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or am I mad, or else this is a dream. Let fancy still my sense is Lethe steep, if it be thus to dream, still let me sleet.
OLIVIA Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou’dst be ruled by me!
Madam, I will
