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Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for you?
Well held our yfaith: No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speake with her: nor your name is not Master C••sario, nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.
I prethee vent thy folly some-where else, thou know'st not me.
Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my fol∣ly: I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that thou art comming?
I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse paiment.
By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wise∣men that giue fooles money, get themselues a good re∣port, after foureteene yeares purchase.
Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.
Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.
This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.
Come on sir, hold.
Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet it's no matter for that.
Let go thy hand.
Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come on.
What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.
Madam.
Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me
Madam, I will.
O say so, and so be.