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.
Vio. [Draws her Sword.] Pray heaven defend me!—[Aside.] A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab. [To Viola.] Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with 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. [Draws.] Pray heaven, he keep his oath!
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
[They fight.—Sir Toby and Fabian urge on Sir Andrew and Viola.