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 BELCH 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!
VIOLA I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
[They draw]
[Enter ANTONIO]
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.
SIR TOBY BELCH 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 BELCH Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[They draw]
[Enter Officers]
FABIAN O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
SIR TOBY BELCH I'll be with you anon.
VIOLA 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.
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