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fet 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 impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

SCENE XI.

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 fome horrid meffage for a challenge.

Oli. I've faid too much unto a heart of stone,

And lay'd mine honour too unchary out.

There's fomething in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headftrong potent fault it is,

That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. With the fame 'haviour that your paffion bears, Goes on my master's grief.

Oli Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:

And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.

What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,

That honour fav'd may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my mafter. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well.

A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell.

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

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SCENE XII.

Enter fir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, god fave thee.
Vio. And you, fir.

Sir To. That defence thou haft, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of defpite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, fkillful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, fir, I am fure, 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 affure you; therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him, what youth, ftrength, 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 confideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incenfement at this moment is so implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and fepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and defire 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, fir, no: his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his defire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much fafety you might answer to him: therefore, on, and ftrip your fword ftark naked; for meddle you muft, that's certain, or forfwear 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 fomething of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do fo. Signior Fabian, ftay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit fir Toby. Vio. Pray you, fir, 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 circumftance 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, fir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal oppofite that you could poffibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. I fhall be much bound to you for't: I am one that had rather go with fir prieft than fir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt.

SCENE XIII.

Enter fir 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 furely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They fay, he has been fencer to the fophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can fcarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't, if I thought he had been valiant, and fo 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, gray Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this fhall end without the perdition of fouls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

[afide. Enter

Enter Fabian, and Viola.

I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have perfuaded 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 fupportance of his vow; he protefts, 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. [afide.

Fab. Give ground, if you fee 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 foldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

Sir And. Pray god he keep his oath !

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Vio. I do affure you, 'tis against my will.

[they draw.

Ant. Put up your fword: 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, fir? Why, what are you?
Ant. One, fir, 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.

Enter Officers.

[drawing.

you. [draws.

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

Vio. Pray, fir, put your fword

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 eafily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office.

2 Off. Antonio, I arreft thee at the fuit of duke Orfino. Ant. You do mistake me, fir.

1 Off. No, fir, no jot; I know your favour well; Though now you have no fea-cap on your head. Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey. This comes with feeking you;
But there's no remedy. I fhall answer it.
What will you do? now my neceffity

Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grives me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself: you ftand amaz'd,
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, fir, come away.

Ant. I muft entreat of you fome of that money.
Vio. What money, fir?

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 fomething: my having is not much;

I'll make divifion of my prefent with you:

Hold, there is half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?

Is't poffible, that my deferts to you

Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me fo unfound a man,

As to upbraid you with those kindneffes
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,

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