[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.
Olivia's Garden.