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Sir To. Prythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock* ? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man ! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pitt with Satan: Haug him, foul colliert!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of god. liness.

Mat. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shal. low things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter.

[Exit. Sir To. Is't possible?

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy op him: at which time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.

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Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Fab. More'matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I was. rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't so sawcy?

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. ! Sir To. Give iné. [reads]. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scuroy fellow.

Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, noradmire not in thy mind, why I do call thee to, for I will show thee no reason fort.

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blov of the law.

Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thes for. I Fab, Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.

Sir To.. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a dillain.

Fab. Still you keep o'the windy side of the law : Good.

Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy.

Andrew Ague-check.' Sir To. If this letter moves him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To..Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as


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ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest,
swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible
oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off,
gives manhood more approbation than ever proof
itself would have earned him. Away.
Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing.

[Erit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth;.set upon Ague-cheek a'notable report of valour; and drive the gentle. man (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 message for a challenge.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Oli. I have said too much upto a heart of stone,
And laid 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

Go on my master's griefs.

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

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And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;
That honour, sav'd, may apon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my ma-

Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?

I will acquit you. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well; A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell.

(E.rit. Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. Vio. And you, sir.

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 despight, blondy as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck*, be yaret in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. 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


Sir To. You'll And 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, cav furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked ra. pier, 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 im. placable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give'., or take'l.

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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 : there. fore, 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 strauge. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to hiin 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 retard. [Erit 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 arbitrementt; 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 opposites 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's: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle.


Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Wby, man, he's a very devil; I have not

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