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 oppofite hath in him, what youth, ftrength, fkill, 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 confideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incenfement at this moment is fo 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 fome conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of fome 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 itfelf out of a very competent injury; therefore get you on, and give him his defire. Back you fhall not to the houfe, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much fafety you might answer him; therefore on, or ftrip your fword ftark naked; for meddle you must, 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 neg ligence, nothing of my purpofe. Sir To. I will do fo. Signior Fabian, ftay 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 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 prefume, in Mr. Rowe's Edition: and Mr. Pope has most faithfully copied it. I have reftor'd the genuine reading of the old Folio's bis in dignation derives itself, &c. As in 2 Hen. IV. Derives from Heav'n his quarrel and his cause. even 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, Sir, the most skilful, 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 Sir Prieft than Sir Knight: I care not who knows fo much of my mettle. [Exeunt. Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why,, man, he's a very devil; I have not feen fuch a virago: I had a pafs with him, rapier, fcabbard and all; and he gives me the ftuck in with fuch a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the anfwer, he pays you as furely, as your feet hit the ground they step on. They fay, 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 fcarce hold him yonder. Sir And. Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant, and fo cunning in fence, I'd have feen him damn'd ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter flip, and I'll give him my horfe, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion; ftand here, make a good fhew on't; this fhall end without the perdition of fouls; marry, I'll ride your horfe as well as I ride you. [Afide. 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 as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, Sir, he will fight with your you for's oath fake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now fcarce 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. 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 foldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't. [They draw. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Enter Antonio. Gentleman [Drawing. Vio. I do affure you, 'tis against my will. Ant. Put up your fword; if this young Have done offence, I take the fault on me; you offend him, I for him defy you. 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. If Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [Draws. 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 fword up if you please. [To 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 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, Sir. 1 Off. No, Sir, no jot; I know your favour well; Tho' 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 What will you do? now my neceffity Makes me to ask you for my purfe. It grieves me 2 Off. Come, Sir, away. Ant. I muft intreat of you fome of that money. For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here, I'll lend you fomething; my having is not much, Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't poffible, that my deferts to you Can lack perfuafion? do not tempt my mifery, As to upbraid you with those kindneffes Vio. I know of none, Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: Than lying, vainnefs, babling, drunkenness, Ant. Oh, Heav'ns themfelves! 2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me fpeak a little. This youth that you fee here, I fnatcht one half out of the jaws of Death; Reliev'd him with fuch fanctity of love, And to his image, which, methought, did promife Moft venerable worth, did I devotion. 1 Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away. Ant. But oh, how vile an idol proves this god! Thou haft, Sebaftian, done good feature fhame. 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. Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers. Vio. Methinks, his words do from fuch paffion 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 moft fage faws, Vio. He nam'd Sebaftian; I my brother know Yet living in my glafs; even fuch, and fo 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 difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his difhonefty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt. W A CT IV. SCENE, the STREET. Enter Sebaftian and Clown. CLOWN. ILL you make me believe, that I am not fent for you? Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow, Let me be clear of thee. Cla. |