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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE XIII. 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, an 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 as 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 had 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.

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Vio.

Pray God 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 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 God, he keep his oath!

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