Enter Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? There's for you.
[Striking Sebastian.
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.