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ACT IV IT

Scene I IT

The Street before Olivia’s house

Enter Sebastian and Clown.

CLOWN
Will you make me believe that I am not sent
for you?

SEBASTIAN
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
Let me be clear of thee.

CLOWN
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.

SEBASTIAN
I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else, [10]

Thou know’st not me.

CLOWN

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 [15] me what I shall
vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

SEBASTIAN
I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.