Sir To. "Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one "of our fouls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope "is better, and fo look to thyfelf. Thy friend as thou usest 66 him, and thy fworn 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 occafion for't: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by-and-by depart. Sir To. Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff; fo foon as ever thou seeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering 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 fwearing. [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 lefs; therefore this letter, being fo 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; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it) into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

SCENE XI. Enter Olivia and Viola.

FAB. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, 'till he take leave, and presently after him.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid meffage for a challenge. [Exeunt.

OLI. I've faid too much unto a heart of stone,

And laid mine honour too unchary out.
There's fomething in me, that reproves my fault;
But fuch a head-strong potent fault it is,

That it but mocks reproof.

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

OLI. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not,
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 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.

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

SCENE XII. Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, God fave thee.

V10. And you, fir.

[Exit.

Sir To. That defence thou haft, betake thee to't; of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy interpreter, full of defpight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end; difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, fkilful, and deadly.

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

rel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

if

Sir To. You'll find otherwife I affure you; therefore,

you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your oppofite hath in him, what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

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

Sir To. He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet confideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three: and his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; giv't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and defire fome conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of fome kind of men, that put quarrels purpofely 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 defire. Back you fhall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much fafety you might anfwer him; therefore on, or ftrip your fword ftark naked: for meddle you must, that's certain, or forfwear 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 of fence to him is: it is fomething of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.!

Sir To. I will do fo. Signior Fabian, ftay you by this gentleman, 'till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. VIO. Pray you, fir, 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 oppofite that could poffibly have found in any part of Illyria: ] will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

you

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that had rather go with Sir Prieft than Sir Knight: I care not who knows fo much of my mettle. [Exeunt.]

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen fuch a virago I had a pass with him, rapier, fcabbard and all; and he gives me the ftuck-in with fuch a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as furely 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.

Sir To. Ay but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can fcarce hold him yonder.

Sir AND. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and fo 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 thew on't ;- -This fhall end without the perdition of fouls; marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian and Viola.

[Afide.

I have his horfe 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 pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his keels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, fir, he will fight with you for's oath's 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 fuppportance 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 !

SCENE XIV. Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do affure you, 'tis against my will.
ANT. Put up your fword; if this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me ;
If you offend him, I for him defy you.

Sir To. You, fir? Why, what are you?

[Drawing.

ANT. One, fir, 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 comes the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon.

Vio. Pray, fir, put your fword up if you please.

[To Sir Andrew.

Sir AND. Marry, will I, fir; and for that I promis'd you,