SIR TOBY. [Reads] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for 't.
FABIAN.
A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
SIR TOBY.
[Reads] Thou com'st to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses
thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter
I challenge thee for.
FABIAN.
Very brief, and to exceeding good sense— less.
SIR TOBY. [Reads] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,—
FABIAN.
Good.
SIR TOBY.
[Reads.] Thou kill 'st me like a rogue and a villain.
FABIAN.
Still you keep o' th' windy side of the law; good.
SIR TOBY.
[Reads] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls!
He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look
to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot; I'll give 't him.
MARIA. You may have very fit occasion for 't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.