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 thyself. Thy friend, as thou useft him, and thy fworn enemy, ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.

SIR TO. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot : I'll give'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. Go, Sir Andrew; fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: fo foon as ever thou feest him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, swear horrible for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply 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 it comes from a clod-pole. 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 most 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.

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 SIR TOBY, FABIAN, and MARIA.

OLI. I have 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 headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

V10. With the fame 'haviour that your paffion bears, Go on my mafter's griefs.

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 afk of me, that I'll deny; That honour, fav'd, may upon asking 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 foul to hell.

Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN.

SIR TO. Gentleman, God fave thee.

[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 intercepter, 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, skilful, and deadly.

V10. You mistake, fir; I am fure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

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SIR TO. You'll find it otherwise, I affure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you ta your guard; for your oppofite hath in him what youth, ftrength, 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 divorced three; and his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and fepulchre : hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

V10. I will return again into the house, and defire 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 defire. Back you fhall not to the house, unless 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 forfwear to wear iron about you.

V10. 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 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. V10. Pray you, fir, do you know of this matter? FAB. I know, the knight is incenfed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance

more.

V10. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

FAB. Nothing of that wonderful promife, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, fir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal oppofite that you could poffibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

V10. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that had rather go with fir priest, than fir 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 feen fuch a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-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 fay, 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 valiant, and fo cunning in fence, I'd have feen 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 show on't; this fhall end without the perdition of fouls: Marry, I'll ride your horfe as well as I ride you. [Afide.]

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.

I have his horfe [to FAB.] to take up the quarrel; I have perfuaded him, the youth's a devil.

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, fir; he will fight with you

for his 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 fupportance of his vow; he protefts, he will not hurt you.

V10. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

FAB. Give ground, if you fee him furious.

[Afide.

SIR TO. Come, fir 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.

SIR AND. Pray God, he keep his oath!

Enter ANTONIO.

[draws.

[draws.

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.

[drawing.

SIR TO. You, fir? why, what are you?

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.

Enter two OFFICERS.

[draws.

FAB. O good fir Toby, hold; here come the officers, SIR TO. I'll be with you anon.

[TO ANTONIO.

V10. 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, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you eafily, and reins well.

I OFF. This is the man; do thy office. 2 OFF. Antonio, I arreft thee at the fuit