up my watch, or play with [my—some] rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,—
Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
Fab. [Though] our silence be drawn from us [with cars],
yet peace.
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my
familiar smile with an austere regard of control,—
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the
lips then?