SIR TOBY.
[Draws.] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
Enter Officers.
FABIAN.
O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
SIR TOBY.
[To Antonio.] I’ll be with you anon.
VIOLA.
[To Sir Andrew.] Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
SIR ANDREW.
Marry, will I, sir; and for that I promised you, I’ll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
FIRST OFFICER.
This is the man; do thy office.
SECOND OFFICER.
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
Of Count Orsino.
ANTONIO.
You do mistake me, sir.
FIRST OFFICER.
No, sir, no jot. I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
Take him away, he knows I know him well.