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SIR TOBY

Gentleman, God save thee.

VIOLA
And you, sir. [210]

SIR TOBY
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 despite, bloody as the

hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy
preparation, for thy assailant is [215] quick, skilful, and deadly.

VIOLA
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 man.

SIR TOBY
You’ll find it otherwise, I assure you. [220] 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, can furnish man withal.

VIOLA
I pray you, sir, what is he?

SIR TOBY
He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier, [225] 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 implacable that
satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is
his word: give’t or take’t. [230]

VIOLA
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. [235]

SIR TOBY