Enter Antonio, who runs between Sir Andrew and Viola.
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. [Draws.] One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. [Draws.] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[Sir Toby and Antonio fight.]
[Sir Andrew hides himself behind the Trees.—Viola retires a little.]
Fab. [Parts them.] O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir To. [To Antonio.] I'll be with you anon. [Antonio shows great alarm—Sir Toby sheathes his sword.]— Sir knight,—Sir Andrew,—