_Sir To._ Back you shall not, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on; or strip your sword stark naked, (for meddle you must, that's certain,) or forswear to wear iron about you. _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 gentleman till my return. [_Exit_ SIR TOBY. _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. _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 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 would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. OLIVIA'S _Garden_. _Enter_ SIR TOBY, _with_ SIR ANDREW, _in a great fright_. _Sir To._ Why, man, he's a very devil;-- _Sir And._ Oh! _Sir To._ I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him,--rapier, scabbard, and all,--and he gives me the stuck-in,---- _Sir And._ Oh! _Sir To._ With such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. _Sir And._ Plague 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 had 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.--[_Aside._] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. _Enter_ FABIAN _and_ VIOLA. I have his horse [_To_ FABIAN.] to take up the quarrel; I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil. _Fab._ [_To_ SIR TOBY.] He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, as if a bear were at his heels. _Sir To._ [_To_ VIOLA.] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his 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.