[367] _O, if_] _so if_ Becket conj. [368] [Exit.] F2 F3 F4. om. F1. [373] _a most_] om. Hanmer. [374] _'Slid_] _Od's lid_ Hanmer. [375] _never_] _ne'er_ Hanmer. [377] _An_] _Theobald_. _And_ Ff. _If_ Pope. _not,--_] Theobald. _not._ Ff. [378] _let's_] _let us_ Hanmer. [379] _any_] om. Hanmer. [Exeunt.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff. ACT IV. SCENE I. _Before_ OLIVIA'S _house_. _Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ Clown. _Clo._ Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? _Seb._ Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: Let me be clear of thee. _Clo._ Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; 5 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. _Seb._ I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. 10 _Clo._ Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art 15 coming? _Seb._ I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. _Clo._ By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise 20 men that give fools money get themselves a good report--after fourteen years' purchase. _Enter_ SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, _and_ FABIAN. _Sir And._ Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. _Seb._ Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. 25 Are all the people mad? _Sir To._ Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. _Clo._ This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. 30 [_Exit._ _Sir To._ Come on, sir; hold. _Sir And._ 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 stroke him first, yet it's no matter for that. 35 _Seb._ Let go thy hand. _Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. _Seb._ I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 40 If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. _Sir To._ What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. _Enter_ OLIVIA. _Oli._ Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold! _Sir To._ Madam! 45