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quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any

man. Sir . You'll find it otherwise, I assure you; therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your oppofite hath in him, what youth, strength, kill, and wrath can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, 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 ; souls 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 fepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire fome conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to tafte their valour; belike, this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. (16) Sir, no: his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore get you on, and give him his defire. Back you fhall 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 ftrange. 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 neg. ligence, nothing of my purpofe.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, ftay you by this Gentleman 'tilt my return. [Exit Sir Toby.

Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know, the Knight is incens’d against you,

(16) Sir, no: bis indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury ;] This error first obtain’d from inadvertance, I presume, in Mr. Rowe’s Edition : and Mr. Pope has most faithfully copied it. I have restor’d the genuine reading of the old Folio's: -- bis ir.dignation derives itself, &c. As in 2 Hen. IV. Derives from Heav'n his quarrel and his cause..

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even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the cire cumstance 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

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

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mettle. (Exeunt, Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why,, man, he's a very devil ; I have not feen such a virago: I had a pass with him, rapier, fcabbard 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 Ard. Plague on't, an 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 Nip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion ; ftand here, make a good shew on't; -- this shall end without the perdition of fouls ; marry, I'll ride your horse as well as !

[ Afideo Enter Fabian and Viola. I have his horse to take up the quarrel ; I have pero fuaded him the youth's a devil.

[To Fabian. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks ale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir Te. There's no remedy, Sir, he will fight with

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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 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 fee him furious.

Sir To. Come, Sir 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.

[They draws Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!

Enter Antonio.
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. [Drawing.

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, I am for you

[Draws. Enter Oficers. 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.

[T, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you, I'll be as good as my word.

He will bear you easily, and reins well.

i Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Duke Orfino. Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.

i Off. No, Sir, no jot; I know your favour well; Tho' 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 ; But there's no remedy. I shall answer it.

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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.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.
Ant. I must intreat of you some of that money.

Vio. What money, Sir?
For the fair kindness you have shew'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 poffible, that my deserts to you
Can lack perfuafion do not tempt my misery,
Left that it make me so unfound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
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,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. Oh, Heav'ns themselves !
2 Of. Come, Sir, I pray you, go,

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,
I snatcht one half out of the jaws of Death ;
Reliev'd him with such fanctity of love,
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

i Of. What's that to us ? the time goes by; away.

Ant. But oh, how vile an idol proves this god !
Thou haft, 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.

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i Of. The man grows mad, away with him : Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers.

Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself; so do not I: Prove true, imagination, oh, 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 fage 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 : oh, if it prove, Tempefts are kind, and salt waves fresh in love. (Exit.

Sir To. A very dishoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a háre; his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in neceflity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To.Do, cuff him foundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,

[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

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CT IV.
SCENE, the STREET,

Enter Sebastian and Clown.

CLOWN. ILL you make me believe, that I am not sent Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolith fellow, Let me be clear of thee,

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