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 something of my negli. gence, nothing of my purpose. Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this [Exit Sir Toby. gentleman 'till my return. 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 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 to you 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. 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 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 they step on. They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. 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 challeng'd him. Let him let the matter flip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion; stand here, make a good shew on't This shall end without the perdition of fouls; marry, I'll ride your horse as well as ride you. [Afide Enter Fabian and Viola. I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have perfuaded him, the youth's a devil. [To Fabian Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pant 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 foldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't. [They draw. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Enter Anthonio. Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Drawing. Sir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you ? 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. 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 eafily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Orfino. Ant. You do mistake me, Sir. 1 Of. No, Sir, no jot: I know your favour well; Tho' now you have no fea-cap on your head. Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Ant. I must obey. This comes with feeking you; But there's no remedy. I shall answer it. Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me 2 Off. Come, Sir, away. Ant. I must intreat of you some of that mony. For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here, I'll lend you fomething; my Having is not much; Ant. Will you deny me now? Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my mifery, Vio. I know of none, Nor know I you by voice, or any feature : I hate ingratitude more in a man, Inhabits our frail blood. Ant. Oh, heav'ns themselves! 2 Of. Come, Sir, I pray you, go. Ant Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you fee here, I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; 1 Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away. Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Anthonio with Officers. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself; so do not I: Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true, Sir To. Come hither, Knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even fuch, and fo 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 neceffity, 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 dare lay any mony, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt. ACT W ACTIV. SCENE, The Street. Enter Sebastian, and Clown. CLOWN. ILL you make me believe, that I am not fent 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 fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cefario, nor this is not my nose neither; nothing, that is so, is fo. 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. 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 mony for thee. If you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand; these wife men, that give fools mony, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase. Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastian. Seb. |