_Sir To._ Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis 110 not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier!
_Mar._ Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
_Mar._ No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
_Mal._ Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element: you shall know more hereafter. [_Exit._
_Fab._ If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
_Sir To._ His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
_Mar._ Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air 125 and taint.
_Fab._ Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
_Sir To._ Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad: 130 we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. 135
_Sir And._ Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.
_Sir And._ Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. 140
_Sir To._ Give me. [_Reads_] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't. 145
_Fab._ A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for. 150
_Fab._ Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,--
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. 155
_Fab._ Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.
_Sir To._ [_reads_] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn 160 enemy,
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.
_Mar._ You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by 165 depart.