. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. ar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mai. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things:I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is t possible ? Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could con-demn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very geniusN hath taken the infection of thedevice, man. 120 Mar. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air andtaint. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed. Mar. The house will be the quieter. Sir To. Come, well have him in a dark room and niece is alr
. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. ar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mai. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things:I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is t possible ? Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could con-demn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very geniusN hath taken the infection of thedevice, man. 120 Mar. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air andtaint. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed. Mar. The house will be the quieter. Sir To. Come, well have him in a dark room and niece is already in the belief that hes mad: we maycarry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our verypastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy onhim: at which time we will bring the device to the barN andcrown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. 130 Enter Sir Andrew. Fab. More matter for a May And. Heres the challenge, read it: I warrant theresvinegar and pepper in t. 68 TWELFTH NIGHT [act in. MAY DAY AT HITCHIN IN HERTFORDSHIRE Fab. Is t so saucy ? Sir And. Ay, is t, I warrant him: do but read. Sir To. Give me. [Reads.] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. Fab. Good, and valiant. Sir To. [Reads.] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why Ido call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for t. 140 Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of thelaw. Sir To. [Reads.] Thou comest to the Lady Olivia, and in my sightshe uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not thematter I challenge thee for. scene iv] TWELFTH NIGHT Fab. Very brief, and to exceeding good sense — less. Sir To. [Reads.] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thychance to kill me, — Fab. Good. Sir To. [Reads.] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. 150 Fab. Still you keep o the windy side of the law: good. Sir To. [Reads.] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon oneof our souls ! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope i
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