Act 4, Scene 1 Flashcards
(Enter Feste and Seb.)
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Seb:
Let me be clear of thee.
Well held out, I’faith! No I do not know you; nor am I sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her, not your name is not Master Cesario; not that is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Sleb:
Thou knowest not me.
Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I prithee now, tell what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Seb:
If you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that give fools money get themselves a good report
Belch:
Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
This I will tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for 2 pence.