_Sir And._ Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; 5 I saw 't i' the orchard. _Sir To._ Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. _Sir And._ As plain as I see you now. _Fab._ This was a great argument of love in her toward 10 you. _Sir And._ 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me? _Fab._ I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgement and reason. _Sir To._ And they have been grand-jurymen since before 15 Noah was a sailor. _Fab._ She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent 20 jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle 25 on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policy. _Sir And._ An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician. _Sir To._ Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the 30 basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour. 35 _Fab._ There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. _Sir And._ Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? _Sir To._ Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full 40 of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy 45 ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it. _Sir And._ Where shall I find you? _Sir To._ We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go. [_Exit Sir Andrew._ _Fab._ This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. 50 _Sir To._ I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so. _Fab._ We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver't?