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 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 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. 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 had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The street adjoining OLIVIA's garden. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK. (35) 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. 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 so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capulet. 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. Enter FABIAN and VIOLA. I have his horse [to Fab.] 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. [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 supportance 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. [Aside. 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! [Draws. Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws. Enter ANTΟΝΙΟ. Ant. Put up your sword. If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me: [Drawing. Sir To. You, sir! why, what are you? Than you have heard him brag to you he will. [Draws. Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. 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. Enter Officers. First Off. This is the man; do thy office. Sec. Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of Count Orsino. Ant. You do mistake me, sir. First Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.- Ant. I must obey. - This comes [to Vio.] 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 befals myself. You stand amaz'd; But be of comfort. Sec. Off. Come, sir, away. Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something: my having is not much; I'll make division of my present with you: Hold, there 's half my coffer. O heavens themselves! Sec. Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable (36) worth, did I devotion. First Off. What's that to us? The time goes by: away! Ant. But O how vile an idol proves this god!— Thou hast, 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. First Off. The man grows mad: away with him!-Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers with Antonio. Vio. Methinks his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself: so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such, and so, 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 cowardship, ask Fabian. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not, Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. [Exit. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The street adjoining OLIVIA's garden. Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown. Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? 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 prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some |