heard of fome kind of men, that put quarrels purpofely on others to tafte 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 defire. Back you shall not to the house, 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 muft, that's certain, or forfwear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as ftrange. I befeech 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 Sir Toby. Vio. Pray you, Sir, 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 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 so much of my met[Exeunt.

tle.

Sir To.

WHY

'HY, man, he's a very devil; I have feen fuch a virago: I had a pass

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with

with him, rapier, scabbard 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 ftep 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 seen 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 horfe 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 you for's oath fake: marry, he had 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!

SCENE

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

Ant. Put up your fword; if this young gentleman

[Drawing.

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?
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 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 easily, and reins well.

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

2 Off. Antonio, I arreft thee at the fuit of Dake 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 seeking you;
But there's no remedy. I fhall answer it.
What will you do? now my neceffity

Makes me to ask you for my purfe. It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befals myfelf: you ftand amaz'd,

But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.

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Ant.

Ant. I must intreat of you fome 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 fomething; my Having is not much;
I'll make divifion of my prefent with you:
Hold, there's 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 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, whofe ftrong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. Oh, heav'ns themselves!

2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me fpeak a little. This youth that you fee here,

I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with fuch fancity of love,

And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Moft venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off. What's that to us? the time goes by; away. Ant. But ho, 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 himfelf; fo do not I: Prove true, imagination, ho, 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 sage faws. Vio. He nam'd Sebaftain; I my brother know Yet living in my glafs; even fuch, and so In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fafhion, colour, ornament; For him I imitate: oh, if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love.

[Exit. -Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonefty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, alk Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a moft 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 fword.

Sir And. An I do not,

Fab. Come, let's fee the event.

[Exit Sir Andrew.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

The STREET.

Enter Sebaftian, and Clown.

CLOWN.

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.