Page 595 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

SIR TOBY

Why, man, he’s a very devil, I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with
him, rapier, scabbard, and all: and he gives me the stuck in with such a
mortal [265] motion that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as

surely as your feet hits 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 [270] can scarce hold him yonder.

SIR ANDREW
Plague on’t, and 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. [275]

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.

Enter Fabian and Viola.

(To Fabian)
I have his horse to take up the quarrel.
I have persuaded him the youth’s a devil. [280]

FABIAN
He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were

at his heels.

SIR TOBY

(To Viola) 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 [285]
scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore draw for the supportance of his vow;
he protests he will not hurt you.