That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian:
[we'll] whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He named Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
In favour was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: [O, if] it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love! [Exit.]
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward