Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand.
These wise men that give fools money get
themselves a good report--after fourteen

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again?
There's for you.

Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there.
Are all the people mad?

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er 30
the house.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight. I would
not be in some of your coats for two pence.
[Exit.

Sir To. Come on, sir. Hold!

Sir And. Nay, let him alone. I'll go another 35
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.

Seb. Let go thy hand. 40

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come,
my young soldier, put up your iron; you are
well fleshed. Come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst
thou now?
If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy 45
sword.

Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an

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