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OLIVIA. |
What's the matter? |
SIR ANDREW. |
He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a |
bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather |
than forty pound I were at home. |
OLIVIA. |
Who has done this, Sir Andrew? |
SIR ANDREW. |
The Count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a |
coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. |
DUKE. |
My gentleman, Cesario? |
SIR ANDREW. |
Od's lifelings, here he is:--You broke my head for |
nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. |
VIOLA. |
Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: |
You drew your sword upon me without cause; |
But I bespake you fair and hurt you not. |
SIR ANDREW. |
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think |
you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. |
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the CLOWN.] |
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had |
not been in drink he would have tickled you othergates than he |
did. |
DUKE. |
How now, gentleman? how is't with you? |
SIR TOBY. |
That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-- |
Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot? |
CLOWN. |
O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at |
eight i' the morning. |
SIR TOBY. |
Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a |
drunken rogue. |
OLIVIA. |
Away with him. Who hath made this havoc with them? |
SIR ANDREW. |
I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. |
SIR TOBY. |
Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a |
thin-faced knave, a gull? |
OLIVIA. |
Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to. |
[Exeunt CLOWN, SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW.] |
[Enter SEBASTIAN.] |
SEBASTIAN. |
I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; |
But, had it been the brother of my blood, |
I must have done no less, with wit and safety. |
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that |
I do perceive it hath offended you; |
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows |
We made each other but so late ago. |
DUKE. |
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; |
A natural perspective, that is, and is not. |
SEBASTIAN. |
Antonio, O my dear Antonio! |
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me |
Since I have lost thee. |
ANTONIO. |
Sebastian are you? |
SEBASTIAN. |
Fear'st thou that, Antonio? |
ANTONIO. |
How have you made division of yourself?-- |
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin |
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? |
OLIVIA. |