Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

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Enter SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN
SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN enter.

SIR ANDREW

(to SEBASTIAN) Now, sir, have I met you again? There’s for you.

SIR ANDREW

Well, sir, we meet again? Take that.
SIR ANDREW strikes SEBASTIAN
SIR ANDREW hits SEBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN

(returning the blow) Why, there’s for thee, and there, and there. Are all the people mad?

SEBASTIAN

(returning the blow) Well, then, take that, and that, and that. Is everyone here insane?

SIR TOBY BELCH

25Hold, sir, or I’ll throw your dagger o'er the house.

SIR TOBY BELCH

Stop right now or I’ll throw your dagger over the roof.

FOOL

(aside) This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.

FOOL

(to himself) I’m going to tell my lady about this right away. I wouldn’t be in any of your shoes if you paid me.
Exit
FOOL exits.

SIR TOBY BELCH

(seizing SEBASTIAN) Come on, sir, hold!

SIR TOBY BELCH

(grabbing SEBASTIAN) Come on, sir, stop!

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.

SIR ANDREW

No, leave him alone. I’ll get back at him another way. I’ll sue him for assault and battery, if there’s any justice in Illyria. It doesn’t matter that I hit him first.

SEBASTIAN

(to SIR TOBY BELCH) Let go thy hand.

SEBASTIAN

(to SIR TOBY BELCH) Let me go.

SIR TOBY BELCH

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

SIR TOBY BELCH

No, sir, I won’t let you go. Come on, put your sword away, my little soldier. You’re awfully eager to fight. Come on.

SEBASTIAN

35I will be free from thee.

SEBASTIAN

I’ll get free of you.
SEBASTIAN pulls free and draws his sword
SEBASTIAN pulls free and draws his sword.