A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.
[Re-enter Sir Toby and Fabian.]
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.
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Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of
what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
not; but thy [intercepter], full of despite, bloody as the
hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck,
be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful