Page 590 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

SIR ANDREW

Ay, is’t, I warrant him: do but read.

SIR TOBY
Give me. (Reads) Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.

FABIAN
Good, and valiant. [145]

SIR TOBY
Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show
thee no reason for’t.

FABIAN

A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

SIR TOBY

Thou com’st to the Lady Olivia, and in my sight [150] she uses thee kindly:
but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

FABIAN
Very brief, and to exceeding good sense (Aside) −less.

SIR TOBY
I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy [155] chance to kill me−

FABIAN
Good.

SIR TOBY
Thou kill’st me like a rogue and a villain.

FABIAN
Still you keep o’ th’ windy side of the law: good.

SIR TOBY

Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of [160] our souls! He may