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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
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Scene SCENE, the orchard. Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

Sir To.

Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago: I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all; and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

Sir To.
Ay, but he will not now be pacified.
Fabian can scarce hold him, yonder.

Sir And.

Plague on't, if I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'd, ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

Sir To.

I'll make the motion; stand here, make a good shew on't, this shall end, without the perdition of souls; marry, I'll ride your horse, as well as I ride you.

[Aside. Enter Fabian and Viola.

I have his horse to take up the quarrel, I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.

[To Fabian.

Fab.

He is horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Sir To.

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 scarce to be worth talking of; therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow, he protests he will not hurt you.

Vio.

Pray heav'n defend me! a little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

Fab.

Give ground, if you see him furious.

Sir To.

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

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has promis'd me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, to't.

[They draw.

Sir And.

Pray heav'n he keep his oath!

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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
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