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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 hanging back.1 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.

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA, unwillingly.' 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; [To Sir TOBY] and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

1 The words "hanging back," are not in f. e. added in f. e.

2 This word is not

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir: [TO VIOLA] 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. [Aside.] 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, 't is against

my will.

Enter ANTONIO.

[They draw, and

go back from

each other.]1

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?

[Drawing.

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. [Drawing.

Enter Officers.

Fab. O, good sir Toby, hold! here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon.

Vio. Pray, sir; put your sword up, if you please. 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.

1 Off. This is the man: do thy office.

2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino.

Ant.

You do mistake me, sir.

1 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.—[TO VIOLA.] This comes with seeking you;

1 Draws: in f. e.

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,
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir?

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.

Ant.

Will you deny me now?

Is 't possible, that my deserts to you

Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses

That I have done for you.

I know of none;

Vio.
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying vainness, babbling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant.

O, heavens themselves!

2 Off. Come, sir: I pray you, go. [see here, Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you

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 veritable1 worth, did I devotion.

1 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.
1 Off. The man grows mad: away with him!
Come, come, sir.

1 venerable: in f. e.

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,

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 most 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. O! 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 cowardship, ask Fabian.

[it. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward: religious in 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,

Fab. Come, let's see the event.

[Exit.

Sir To. I dare lay any money 't will be nothing yet.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-The Street before OLIVIA's House.

Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.

Clo. Will 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 lubberly world' will prove a cockney. I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek2, depart from me.
There's money 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 money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.3

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's

for you.

Seb. Why, there's for thee, Are all the people mad?

[Striking SEBASTIAN.

and there, and there.— [Beating Sir Andrew.

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

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir: hold! [Holding SEBASTIAN. Sir And. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another way to work with him: I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first; yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed. Come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou [Breaking away.*

now?

If thou dar'st tempt me farther, draw thy sword. Sir To. What, what! Nay then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They draw and fence.

Enter OLIVIA.

Oli. Hold, Toby! on thy life, I charge thee, hold!

Sir To. Madam

Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch !

1 this great lubber, the world: in f. e. 2 foolish and merry Greek, were terms applied to jocular persons. 3 This was a high (twelve being the usual) rate of purchase.-Verplanck.

5 Draws: in f. e.

4 Not in f. e.

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