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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 it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek 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 impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.
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 some horrid message for a challenge.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY, FABIAN, and MARIA.
Enter OLIVIA and VIOLA.
Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
There's something in me that reproves my fault ;
That it but mocks reproof.
Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears,
Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me- 'tis my picture;
That honour, sav'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?
I will acquit you.
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well.
Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH 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 intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare 10 in thy prepar
ation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, 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 offence 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 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, dubbed with unhacked rapier,11 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 satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.
Vio. 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 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 strange. 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 incensed 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 would 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 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. 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 so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him 'hanged' ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capulet.
Sir To. I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls. Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
Enter FABIAN and VIOLA.
I have his horse [To FABIAN] to take up the quarrel; I have persuaded 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, sir; he will fight with you for his 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 supportance of his vow; he protests he will not
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 promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on: to't.
Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath !
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 defy you.
Sir 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,12 I am for you.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
[To SIR ANDREW. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir;—and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
First Off. This is the man; do thy office. Second Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of Count Orsino.
First Off. No, sir, no jot ; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away; he knows I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.-This comes [To VIOLA] 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 myself. You stand amaz’d;
Second Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
Hold, there is half my coffer.
Will you deny me now?
Is 't possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,