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set 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 impetuosity. This will so 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 some horrid meffage for a challenge.
[Exeunt, Oli. I've said too much unto a heart of stone, And lay'd mine honour 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.
Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears,
Oli Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master.
Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that,
Vio. I will acquit you.
. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well. A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
Enter for Toby, and Fabian.
sır. 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 in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful, and deadly.
Vió. 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 a man withal.
Vio. I pray you, fir, what is he?
Sir To. He is knight dubb’d with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd 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 fome kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.
Sir To. No, 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 to him: therefore, on, and strip your sword stark naked; for meddle 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
Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
[Exit fir 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 skillful, 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 fir priest than fir knight : "I care not who knows so much of
Enter for Toby, and fir Andrew. Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago: 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. 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, if I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'dere I'd have challeng’d him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet.
Sir To. I'll make the notion : 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 take up the quarrel; I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
[to Fabian Fab. He is 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'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 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.
[apide. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
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 soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.
[tbey draw. Sir And. Pray god he keep his oath!
Ant. Put up your sword: if this young gentleman
[drawing Sir To. You, fır? Why, what are you?
Ant., One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
[to for 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 easily, and reins well.
i Of. This is the man; do thy office.
i Of. 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 with seeking you;
2 Of. Come, fir, come away,
Vio. What money, sir?
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Vio. I know of none,