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Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La, you ! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart.-Pray God, he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman.

MAR. Tarry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. .

MAL. How now; mistress?
MAR. O lord!

Sir To. Pry'thee, hold thy peace: that's not the way: do you not see, you move him ? let me alone, with him. FAB. No

way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou chuck ?

MAL. Sir?
Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me.

What! man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good fir Toby ; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx !
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle shallow things; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter.

[Exit. Sir To. Is't possible ? FAB. If this were plaid upon a stage now,

I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

MAR, Nay, pursue him now left the device take air, and taint.

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FAB. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound, My niece is already in the belief that he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, 'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us' to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen ; but see, but fee.

SCENE X. Enter Sir Andrew. Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

FAB. Is't so fawcy?
Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To. Give me.

(Sir Toby reads. “ Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fels

* low.”

FAB. Good and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I “ do call thee fo; for I will shew thee no reason for't.”

FAB. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To.“ Thou com'st to the lady Olivia, and in my “ fight she uses thee kindly; but thou liest in thy throat, that “is not the matter I challenge thee for.”

FAB. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.

Sir To. “I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

FAB. Good.
Sir To. “ Thou kill'st me like a rogue and a villain.”
Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy Gde of the law: good.

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Sir To. “Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one * of our souls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope

is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy sworn enemy,” Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll giv't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for’t: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by-and-by depart.

Sir To. Sir Andrew, scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff ; so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering ac-: cent 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 niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find, that it comes from a clodpole. But, fir, 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, bis youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

SC EN E XI. Enter Olivia and Viola.

Fab. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, Ptill he take leave, and presently after him.


„Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid mess sage for a challenge.

[Exeunt. 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.

V10. With the same 'haviour that your pafsion 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 shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That, honour fav’d, may upon aking give?

V10. 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?

V10. I will acquit you.

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

SCENE XII. 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 interpreter, 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.

V10. You mistake, fir; I am sure, no man hath any quar

if you

rel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any
image of offence done to any man.
Sir To. You'll find otherwise I assure you ; therefore,

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, dubb’d with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; fouls 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 sepulchre : hob, nob, is his word; giv't, or take't.

V10. 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 man of that quirk.

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


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.

V10. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my of fence 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 inceps'd against you, even to

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