MARIA.
If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He’s in yellow
stockings.
SIR TOBY.
And cross-gartered?
MARIA.
Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i’ th’ church. I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies. You have not seen such a thing as ’tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him. If she do, he’ll smile and take’t
for a great favour.
SIR TOBY.
Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt.]
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Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
SEBASTIAN.
I would not by my will have troubled you, But since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
ANTONIO.
I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you, though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
SEBASTIAN.
My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, You should find better dealing. What’s to do?
Shall we go see the relics of this town?
ANTONIO.
Tomorrow, sir; best first go see your lodging.
SEBASTIAN.
I am not weary, and ’tis long to night; I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
ANTONIO.
Would you’d pardon me.
I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once in a sea-fight, ’gainst the Count his galleys, I did some service, of such note indeed, That were I ta’en here, it would scarce be answer’d.
SEBASTIAN.
Belike you slew great number of his people.
ANTONIO.
Th’ offence is not of such a bloody nature, Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answered in repaying
