[_Exit_ FABIAN. _Enter_ DUKE, VIOLA, _and two Gentlemen_. _Duke._ Belong you to the lady Olivia, friend?--I know thee well: How dost thou, my good fellow? _Clo._ Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. _Duke._ Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. _Clo._ No, sir, the worse. _Duke._ How can that be? _Clo._ Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. _Duke._ Why, this is excellent. _Clo._ By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. _Duke._ Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. _Clo._ But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. _Duke._ O, you give me ill counsel. _Clo._ Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. _Duke._ Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another. _Clo._ _Primo_, _Secundo_,--_Tertio_, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all. _Duke._ You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. _Clo._ Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again: As you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [_Exit_ CLOWN. _Vio._ Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. _Duke._ That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable: With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy, and the tongue of loss, Cried fame and honour on him.-- _Enter_ ANTONIO _and Officers_. What's the matter? _1 Off._ This, please you, sir, is that Antonio, That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he, that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him. _Vio._ He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction. _Duke._ Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies?