_Mar._ If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, follow me. [_Exit_ MARIA. _Sir To._ To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit. _Sir And._ I'll make one too. _Fab._ And I. _Omnes._ Huzza! huzza! huzza! [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _A public Square._ _Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ ANTONIO. _Seb._ I would not, by my will, have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you. _Ant._ I could not stay behind you; my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; I fear'd besides what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable: My willing love, The rather by these arguments of doubt, Set forth in your pursuit. _Seb._ My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make, but thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks.--What is to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town? _Ant._ To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging. _Seb._ I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials, and the things of fame, That do renown this city. _Ant._ 'Would, you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets: Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst Orsino's gallies, I did some service; of such note indeed, That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answered. _Seb._ Do not then walk too open. _Ant._ It doth not fit me.--Hold, sir, here's my purse; In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. _Seb._ Why I your purse? _Ant._ Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir. _Seb._ I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an hour. _Ant._ To the Elephant. _Seb._ I do remember. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. OLIVIA'S _Garden_. _Enter_ CLOWN, _playing on a Tabor, and_ VIOLA. _Vio._ Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live by thy tabor? _Clo._ No, sir, I live by the church. _Vio._ Art thou a churchman?