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and give him his desire. Back you shall 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 forswear 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 offence 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 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 him 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, fcabbard 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. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. Rowe's EJition: and Mr. Pope has most faithfully copied it. I have reflor'd the genuine Reading of the old Folio's: his Indignation de rives its lf, &c. As in 2 Hen. IV. Derives from Heav'n his Quarrel and lis Caus.

Sir And.

ride you.

Sir And. Plague on’ta 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 ; ftand here, make a good shew on't ;--This shall end without the perdition of souls ; marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I

[ Aside. Enter Fabian and Viola. I have his horse to take up the quarrel ; I have persuaded 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 heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, Sir, he will fight with you for's 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 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 sake 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 Soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't. [They draw. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath !

Enter Antonio.
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

Ant. Put up your sword; if this young Gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defie you. [Drawing.

Šir To. You, Sir? Why, what are you?

Ant. One, Sir, 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 come the Offi

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Sir To. I'll be with you anon.
Vio. Pray, Sir, put your sword if

[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 easily, and reins well.

i Off. This is the Man; do thy office.

2 Of. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Ore fino.

Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.

i Of. No, Sir, no jot; I know your favour well;
Tho' now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you ;
But there's no remedy, I shall answer it.
What will you do? now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls

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stand amaz’d, But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.
Ant. I must intreat of you some of that mony.

Vio. What mony, Sir?
For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you fomething; my Having is not much,
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there's half my Coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is’t possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? do not tempe my misery,
Left that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you,

Vio. I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a Man,
Than lying, vainness, babling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

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2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go:
Ant. Let me speak a little. This Youth that you

see here,
I snatcht one half out of the Jaws of Death ;
Reliev'd him with such fanctity of love,
And to his Image, whịch, methought, did promise
Most venerable Worth, did I Devotion.

i Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away.

Ant. But oh, how vile an Idol proves this God !
Thou haft, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In Nature there's no blemish but the Mind:
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind.
Virtue is Beauty; but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the Devil.

i Of The Man grows mad, away with him :
Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio 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,
That I, dear Brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, Knight; come hither, Fabian;
we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft sage saws,

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my Brother know
Yet living in my glass ; even such, and so
In favour was my Brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate: oh, if it prove,
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 necessity, and denying him ; and
for his cowardlhip, 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.
Şir To. I dare lay any mony, 'twill be nothing yet.

[Exeunt.

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you make me believe, that I am not sent 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 sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not Master Cesario, nor this is not my nose neither; nothing, that is so, is so.

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 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady; Thall 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 wise Men, that give fools mony, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchale.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And. Now, Şir, have I met you again ? there's

[Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there; are all the people mad?

[Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo.

for you.

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