The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?
Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.
Clo. 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 Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither:—Nothing, that is so, is so.
Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else;—Thou know'st not me.
Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool.—I pr'ythee, tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?
Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:— These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.