_Vio._ This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose. _Sir To._ I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this 245 gentleman till my return. [_Exit._ _Vio._ Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? _Fab._ I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more. 250 _Vio._ I beseech you, what manner of man is he? _Fab._ Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any 255 part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can. _Vio._ I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [_Exeunt._ 260 _Re-enter_ SIR TOBY, _with_ SIR ANDREW. _Sir To._ Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a firago. 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 265 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 270 and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged 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 show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. 275 [_Aside_] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. _Re-enter_ FABIAN _and_ VIOLA. [_To Fab._] I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth's a devil. _Fab._ He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. 280 _Sir To._ [_To Vio._] 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. 285 _Vio._ [_Aside_] 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.