_Seb._ [_Draws his sword._] Why, there's for thee, and there, and there:--Are all the people mad? [_Beating_ SIR ANDREW. _Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ FABIAN. _Sir To._ Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. _Clo._ This will I tell my lady straight--I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [_Exit_ CLOWN. _Sir To._ Come on, sir; hold. [_Holding_ SEBASTIAN. _Sir And._ Nay, let him alone. I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. _Seb._ Let go thy hand. _Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd; come on. _Seb._ [_Disengages himself._] I will be free from thee. --What would'st thou now? If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. _Sir To._ What, what?--[_Draws._]--Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [_They fight._ _Enter_ OLIVIA, _and two Servants_. _Fab._ Hold, good Sir Toby, hold:--my lady here! [_Exit_ FABIAN. _Oli._ Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. _Sir To._ Madam? _Oli._ Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario:---- Rudesby, be gone!-- _Sir To._ Come along, knight. [_Exit_ SIR TOBY. _Oli._ And you, sir, follow him. _Sir And._ Oh, oh!--Sir Toby,-- [_Exit_ SIR ANDREW. _Oli._ I pr'ythee, gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go; Do not deny. _Seb._ What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:-- Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! _Oli._ Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dst be ruled by me! _Seb._ Madam, I will. _Oli._ O, say so, and so be! [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _A Gallery in_ OLIVIA'S _House_. _Enter_ MARIA, _with a black Gown and Hood, and_ CLOWN. _Mar._ Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown and hood; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [_Exit_ MARIA.