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Mar. You may have very fic occagon fort : he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by-andby depart

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, scout me for him at the corescort

ner of the orchard like a bum bailiff; fo faon as ever per thou seelt him, draw ; and, as thou drawst, swear horplein ribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with buy a fwaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood

more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone - for swearing. [Exit.

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding : his employment between his lord and my neice confirms no less; therefore this letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find, that it comes from a clodpole. But, Sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour ; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will

aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, on skill

, fury, and impetuohty. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

Enter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your neice; give them way, 'till he take leave, and presently after him.

Sir To. I will medicate the while upon some horrid mesfage for a challenge

Oli. I've said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary out.
There's something in me, that reproves my fault ;
But such a head strong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears,
Goes on my master's grief.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
And, I beseech you, come again to morrow..



What fall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour savd may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.
. Well

, come again to-morrow: fare thee well. A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.

Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't ; of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end; dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, Sir, I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir . You'll find it otherwise, I assure you there. fore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him, what youth, strength, skill, and wrath can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is Knight, dubbd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet confideration ; but he is a devil in private brawls; souls and bodies hath he divorc'd three ; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepul. cher : hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of 'men, that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour : belike, this is a inan of that quirk.

Sir To. Sir, no : his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore get you on, and give bim his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless


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you undertake that with me, which with as much safety
you might answer him; therefore, on, or strip your
sword tark naked; for meddle you must, that's certain,
or forswear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as ftrange. I beseech you, do
me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what
my offence to him is: it is something 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 arbitrement ; but nothing of the circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise to read him
by his form, as you are like to find in the proof of his
valour. 'He is, indeed, Sir, the most skilful, bloody,
and fatal oppoate that you could possibly have found in
any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him? I will

your peace with him, if I can.
Visi I shall be much bound to you for’t: I am one,
that had rather go with Sir Priest than Sir Knight: 1
care not who knows so much of


merte. [Exeunt.
Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not
feen such a virago : I had a pass with him, rapier,
scabbard and all; and he gives me the fuck in with
such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable ; and on the
answer, he pays you as furely as your feet hit the
ground they Itep on. They say, he has been fencer to
the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him..

Sir To. 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 vali-
ant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'd
ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter!
flip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

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ride you.

Sir To. I'll make the motion ; ftand here, make a good shew on't ;

This shall end without the përdition of souls ; marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I

(Afide. Enter Fabian and Viola. I have his horse to take up the quarrel : I have persuaded him, the youth': a devil.

[To 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 hath 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 you. Come on, to't.

[They drart. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!

Enter Anthonio.
Vio I do assure you, 'tis against my wili.

Ant. Put up your sword; if this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;

offend him, I for him defie 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. Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold ; here come the officers. Sir To I'll be with you anon, Vio. Pray, Sir, put your sword up if you please.

(To Sir Andrew.


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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. 1 Off

. This is the man ; do thy office. 2 Of. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Orfino.

Ant. You do miftake me, Sir.

1 Of. No, Sir, no jot: I know your favour well; Tho' now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you ; har But there's no remedy. I shall answer it.

What will you do? now my necessity 20 Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me Much more, for what I cannot do for

you, de Than what befals myself: you stand amaz’d,

But be of comfort.

2 Of. Come, Sir, away.
Ant. I must intreat of you some of that mony.

Vio. Whát mony, Sir ?

For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,
w. And part being prompted by your present trouble,

Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something; my Having is not mucha ;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there's half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me so unfound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

Vio: I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant. On, heav'ns themselves !
2 Off, Come, Sir, I pray you, go.


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