FABIAN. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
SIR TOBY. [To VIOLA] 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.
VIOLA. [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
FABIAN.
Give ground, if you see him furious.
SIR TOBY. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you; he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he has promis'd me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to 't.
SIR ANDREW.
Pray God, he keep his oath!
VIOLA.
I do assure you 't is against my will. [They draw]
[Enter ANTONIO.]
ANTONIO.
Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
SIR TOBY.
You, sir! why, what are you?