looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir To. [[To Vio.]] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
with you for's [oath sake]: marry, he hath better bethought
him of his quarrel, and he finds that now [scarce to be] worth
talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow;
he protests he will not hurt you.
Vio. [[Aside]] Pray God defend me! A little thing
would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the