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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 surely as your feet
hit the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the
Sophy.
SIR ANDREW.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
SIR TOBY.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce
hold him yonder.
SIR ANDREW.
Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so
cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have
challenged him. Let him let the matter slip and I'll give him
my horse, grey Capilet.
SIR TOBY.
I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on't;
this shall end without the perdition of souls. [Aside.] Marry,
I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
[Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.]
I have his horse [To FABIAN.] to take up the quarrel; I have
persuaded him the youth's a devil.
FABIAN.
He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as
if a bear were at his heels.
SIR TOBY.
There's no remedy, sir: he will fight with you for's oath sake:
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.
VIOLA.
[Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me
tell them how much I lack of a man.
FABIAN.
Give ground if you see him furious.
SIR TOBY.
Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will,
for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the
duello avoid it; but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and
a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on: to't.
SIR ANDREW.
Pray God he keep his oath!
[Draws.]
[Enter ANTONIO.]
VIOLA.
I do assure you 'tis against my will.
[Draws.]
ANTONIO.
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 TOBY.
You, sir! why, what are you?
ANTONIO.
One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
SIR TOBY.
Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[Draws.]
[Enter two Officers.]
FABIAN. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
SIR TOBY.
[To ANTONIO] I'll be with you anon.
VIOLA.
[To Sir Andrew.] Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
SIR ANDREW.
Marry, will I, sir; and for that I promised you, I'll be
as good as my word. He will bear you easily and reins well.
FIRST OFFICER.
This is the man; do thy office.