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SIR TOBY
Come hither, knight, come hither, Fabian. We’ll whisper o’er a couplet or two
of most sage saws.
VIOLA
He nam’d Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
In favour was my brother, and he went [370]
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
A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonesty
appears in leaving his [375] 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
Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. [380]
SIR ANDREW
And I do not −
(Exit.)
FABIAN
Come, let’s see the event.
SIR TOBY
I dare lay any money ’twill be nothing yet.
Exeunt.
