act 4 scene 1 twelfth night Olivia

TOBY: what what? Nay then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you

Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!

Madam

Will it ever be thus? ungracious wretch, fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached! Out of my sight! Be not offended dear cesarío- rudesby begone! I pretty gentle friend, let the fair wisdom, not the passion, sway in this uncivil and unjust extent against the piece. Go with me to my house, and hear thou there how many fruitless pranks this ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go. He started one poor heart of mine in thee

"What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!"

Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou'dst be ruled by me!

Madam, I will.

Oh say so and so be!