“This comes with seeking you,” said Antonio to Viola, whom he took for Sebastian; “but there is no remedy, I shall answer it. What will you do now that my necessity makes me ask you for my purse? I am much more grieved for what I am prevented doing for you than for anything that befalls myself. You stand amazed, but be comforted.” “Come, sir, away,” said one of the officers, as Viola stood staring in astonishment at Antonio. Of course she did not know in the least what he meant, for she had never seen him before in her life. “I must entreat of you some of that money,” pleaded Antonio. “What money, sir?” asked Viola. “Because of the kindness you have shown me here, and partly prompted by your present trouble, I will lend you something out of my own very small means; I have not much. I will divide with you what I have. Hold! there is half my purse.” Antonio was deeply wounded by such apparent ingratitude from one for whom he had done so much. He was reluctant to proclaim his own good deeds, but when Viola persisted in declaring that she did not know him, he could not help relating how he had saved the youth from shipwreck, and what devotion he had lavished on him afterwards. In telling this, he called him by his name, as he thought--“Sebastian”--but he was hurried away by the officers before Viola had time to answer. This name “Sebastian” filled her with sudden hope; she knew how closely she resembled her brother, and she had imitated the same fashion, colour, and ornament which he was accustomed to wear. Perhaps, then, the tempests had been kind and Sebastian was really saved. “A very dishonest, paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare,” was Sir Toby’s disgusted comment, as Viola walked off. “His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardice, ask Fabian.” “A coward--a most devout coward,” agreed Fabian. “Ha, I’ll after him again, and beat him,” said the valiant Sir Andrew. “Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw your sword,” said Sir Toby. “If I do not----” bragged Sir Andrew, swaggering away. “Come, let us see what happens,” said Fabian. “I dare lay any money, it will be nothing, after all,” said Sir Toby shrewdly. Yellow Stockings Olivia was very sad when Viola, or the young page Cesario, as she thought her, went away saying that no woman should ever win his heart; and feeling that Malvolio’s grave dignity just suited her present mood, she asked for her steward. “He is coming, madam, but in very strange manner,” said the naughty Maria. “He is surely possessed, madam.” “Why, what is the matter? Doth he rave?” “No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were best to have some guard about you if he come; for, sure, the man has something wrong with his wits.” “Go, call him hither,” said Olivia.