I must entreat of you some of that money

Antonio, to Viola
I must entreat of you some of that money.
Viola
What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I’ll lend you something. My having is not much.
I’ll make division of my present with you.
Hold, there’s half my coffer.  Offering him money.

In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Antonio
Will you deny me now?
Is ’t possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Viola
I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
Antonio
O heavens themselves!
Second Officer
Come, sir, I pray you go.
Antonio
Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
I snatched one half out of the jaws of death,
Relieved him with such sanctity of love,
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
First Officer
What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
Antonio
But O, how vile an idol proves this god!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o’erflourished by the devil.
First Officer
The man grows mad. Away with him.
—Come, come, sir.
Antonio
Lead me on.
 Antonio and Officers exit.
Viola, aside
Methinks his words do from such passion fly
That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta’en for you!
Toby
Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian. We’ll
whisper o’er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
 Toby, Fabian, and Andrew move aside.
Viola, aside
He named Sebastian. I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
 She exits.