SEBASTIAN.
Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there.
Are all the people mad?
[Beating Sir Andrew.]
SIR TOBY.
Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o’er the house.
CLOWN.
This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for twopence.
[Exit Clown.]
SIR TOBY.
Come on, sir, hold!
SIR ANDREW.
Nay, let him alone, I’ll go another way to work with him. I’ll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck him first, yet it’s no matter for that.
SEBASTIAN.
Let go thy hand!
SIR TOBY.
Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed. Come on.
SEBASTIAN.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.