'
FABIAN Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it
be thy chance to kill me,'--
FABIAN Good.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads] 'Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.'
FABIAN Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.
SIR TOBY BELCH [Reads] 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but
my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy
friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot:
I'll give't him.
MARIA You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in
some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
SIR TOBY BELCH Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the
orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest
him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood
more approbation than ever proof itself would have
earned him. Away!
SIR ANDREW Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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