[Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW and FABIAN.]
SIR ANDREW.
No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
SIR TOBY.
Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
FABIAN.
You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
SIR ANDREW. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestow'd upon me; I saw 't i' th' orchard.
SIR TOBY.
Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
SIR ANDREW.
As plain as I see you now.
FABIAN.
This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
SIR ANDREW.
'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
FABIAN. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.