Chapter 4 — ACT IV.
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, 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,
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 me what I shall vent
to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
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