And laid mine honor too unchary out:

There's something in me that reproves my
fault;

But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

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Vio. With the same 'havior 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 shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honor saved may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this;—your true love for my mas

ter.

Oli. How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have given to you?

Vio.
I will acquit you. 240
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

Re-enter Sir Toby and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.

Vio. And you, sir.

[Exit.

Sir To. That defense thou hast, betake thee to 't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy 250 assailant is quick, skillful 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 offense
done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you:
therefore, if you hold your life at any price,
betake you to your guard; for your op-
posite 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, dubbed with unhatched
rapier and on carpet consideration; but he
is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies
hath he divorced three; and his incensement
at this moment is so implacable, that satis-
faction can be none but by pangs of deaths
and sepulcher. Hob, nob, is his word;
give 't or take 't.

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Vio. I will return again into the house and de- 270 sire 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 valor: 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 you undertake that with me which with as much safety 280 you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle

277. "competent injury"; sufficient insult.-C. H. H.

you must, that's certain, or foreswear 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 offense 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. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know the knight is incensed against

you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but noth-
ing of the circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to

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read him by his form, as you are like to find
him in the proof of his valor. He is, indeed,
sir, the most skillful, bloody and fatal op- 300
posite 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.

Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with 310 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.
Sir To. Aye, but he will not now be pacified:
Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on 't, an I thought he had 320
been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'ld
have seen him damned ere I'ld have chal-
lenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet.
Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make
a good show on 't: this shall end without the
perdition of souls. [Aside] Marry, I'll
ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

[To Fab.] I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth's a 330 devil.

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Sir To. [To Vio.] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for 's oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the support

325. "motion"; proposition.-C. H. H.

332. "He is

him.-C. H. H.

.. of him"; he has just as terrible an idea of

Sir To. "Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honor's sake, have one bout with you."

Twelfth Night. Act 3, Scene 5.