_Sir To._ Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with 290 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 And._ Pray God, he keep his oath! _Vio._ I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [_They draw._ 295 _Enter_ ANTONIO. _Ant._ 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 To._ You, sir! why, what are you? _Ant._ One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more 300 Than you have heard him brag to you he will. _Sir To._ Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [_They draw._ _Enter_ Officers. _Fab._ O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers. _Sir To._ I'll be with you anon. _Vio._ Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. 305 _Sir And._ 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. _First Off._ This is the man; do thy office. _Sec. Off._ Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. 310 _Ant._ You do mistake me, sir. _First Off._ No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away: he knows I know him well. 315 _Ant._ I must obey. [_To Vio._] This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do, now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me Much more for what I cannot do for you 320 Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; But be of comfort. _Sec. Off._ Come, sir, away. _Ant._ I must entreat of you some of that money. _Vio._ What money, sir? 325 For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something: my having is not much; I'll make division of my present with you: 330 Hold, there's half my coffer. _Ant._ Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses 335 That I have done for you. _Vio._ I know of none; Nor know I you by voice or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption 340 Inhabits our frail blood. _Ant._ O heavens themselves!