fools money get themselves a good report after fourteen years'
purchase.

[Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, and FABIAN.]

SR ANDREW.
Now, sir, have I met you again? there 's for you.

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

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.