Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

by William Shakespeare

SIR TOBY.
Hold, sir, or I 'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

CLOWN.
This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your
coats for twopence.
[Exit.]

SIR TOBY.
Come on, sir; hold.

SIR ANDREW. Nay, let him alone: I 'll go another way to work with him; I 'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it 's no matter for that.

SEBASTIAN.
Let go thy hand.

SIR TOBY. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd; come on.

SEBASTIAN.
I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

SIR TOBY. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[Enter OLIVIA.]

OLIVIA.
Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!