[To FABIAN] I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have
persuaded him the youth 's a devil.

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!