VIOLA Methinks his do from such passion fly, I know of none; That he believes himself: so do not I. Nor know I you by voice or any feature: Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, I hate ingratitude more in a man That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, SIR TOBY BELCH Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll Inhabits our frail blood. whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. ANTONIO O heavens themselves! He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so Second Officer Come, sir, I pray you, go. In favour was my brother, and he went ANTONIO Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here For him I imitate: O, if it prove, I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love. Relieved him with such sanctity of love, And to his image, which methought did promise Exit Most venerable worth, did I devotion. First Officer SIR TOBY BELCH What's that to us? The time goes by: away! A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than ANTONIO a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his But O how vile an idol proves this god friend here in necessity and denying him; and for Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. his cowardship, ask Fabian. In nature there's no blemish but the mind; FABIAN None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil SIR ANDREW Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil. 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. First Officer SIR TOBY BELCH The man mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. ANTONIO SIR ANDREW Lead me on. An I do not,-- FABIAN Exit with Officers Come, let's see the SIR TOBY VIOLA I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
VIOLA I know of none; Nor know I you by voice or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. ANTONIO O heavens themselves! Second Officer Come, sir, I pray you, go. ANTONIO Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, Relieved him with such sanctity of love, And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion. First Officer What's that to us? The time goes by: away! ANTONIO But O how vile an idol proves this god Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil. First Officer The man mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. ANTONIO Lead me on. Exit with Officers VIOLA Methinks his do from such passion fly, That he believes himself: so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! SIR TOBY BELCH Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so In favour was my brother, and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove, Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love. Exit SIR TOBY BELCH A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. FABIAN A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. SIR ANDREW 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him. SIR TOBY BELCH Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. SIR ANDREW An I do not,-- FABIAN Come, let's see the SIR TOBY I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.