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unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him : therefore on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
Vio. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what my offence to him is : it is fomething of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby.
Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter?
Fab. I know the Knight is incens'd against you, even to a mortal arbitriment; but nothing of the circumstance more.
Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Tab. Nothing of that wonderful promise to read him by his form, as you are like to find in the proof of his yalour. 'He is indeed, Sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can. Vio. I shall be much bound
for’t : I am one that had rather go with Sir Priest than Sir Knight: I care not who knows so much of
my mettle. [Exeunt. S CE N E XIII.
Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Sir Tob. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago: I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and all ; and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground thes step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Sir Tob. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir And. Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'd ere I'd have challenge'd him. Let him let the matter flip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion; and here, make a
good shew on’t. This shall end without the perdition of fouls ; marry, l'll ride your horse as well as I
[ Aside. Enter Fabian, and Viola. I have his horse to take up the quarrel ; I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
[T. Fabian. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir To. There's no remedy, Sir; he will fight with you for's oath fake : marry, he had better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of; therefore draw for the supportance of his vow, he protests he will not hurt
you. Vio. Pray God defend me! a little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man,
Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy: the gentleman will for his honour's fake have one bout with you ; he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he has promis’d me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't. [They draw.
Sir And. Pray God he keep his oath !
S CE N E XIV. Enter Antonio. l'io. I do assure you 'tis against my will.
Ant. Put up your sword ; if this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing.
Sir To. You, Sir ? why what are you?
Ant. One, Sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[Draws. Enter Officers. Tab.O good Sir Toby, hold; here comes the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. Vio. Pray, Sir, put your sword up, if you pleafc.
[To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir; and for that I promis’d
you, I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
i Of. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke OrAnt. You do mistake me, Sir.
fino i Off. No, Sir, no jot: I know your favour well; Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away ;
he knows I know him well.
2 Of. Come, Sir, away.
Vio. What money, Sir ?
my present with you: Hold, there's half my coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Vio. I know of none,
Ant. Oh, heav'ns themselves !
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
i Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away.
Ant. But oh, how vile an idol proves this god!
i Of. The man grows mad, away with him: Come, come, Sir.
Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with oficers.
Vio. Methinks his words do from such paflion fly, That he believes himself; fo do not I: Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta’en for you!
SirTo. Come hither, Knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o’er a couplet or two of most fage fawsa
Vio. He nam’d 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: oh, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love. [Exit.
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,
[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I care lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.
Enter Sebastian, and Clown. Cla.
for 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 Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither; nothing that is so, is fo.
Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly fome where else; thou know'ft not me. Clo. 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 pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and 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 worfe 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 t.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
[Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there; are all the people mad ? [Beating Sir Andrew.
* Greek, was as much as to say bawd or panler. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office. A bawdy-house was called Corint's, and the frequenters of it Corinthians; which words occur frequently in Shakespear, especially in Timon of Athens, and Henry IV.
+ This seems to carry a piece of fatyr upon monopolies, the crying grievance of that time. The granis generally were fo: trurteen years; and the petitions being reterred to a committee, it was suspected that money gained favourable reports from thence.