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Oli. Where goes Cefario ?
Vio. After him I love,
Oli. Áh me detested ! how am I beguild !
Oli. Haft thou forgot thyself? is it so long ? -
Duk. Come, away.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Re-enter Attendant, with Priest.
Pri. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:
Duk. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be,
V10. My lord, I do proteit,
OLI, 0, do not swear;
Enter Sir ANDREW, with his Head broke. Sir A. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to fir Toby.
Oll. What's the matter?
Sir A. H'as broke my head across, and h’as given fir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home,
Oli. Who has done this, fir Andrew ?
Sir A. The count's gentleman, one Cesario : we took him for a coward, but he's the very
devil incardinate. Duk. My gentleman, Cesaris ?
Sir A. 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 fir Toby.
V10. 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 A. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt,
have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter Sir Toby, drunk, led by the Clown..
Here comes fir Toby halting, you shall hear more : but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickld you othergates than he did.
Duk. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you?
Sir T. That's all one ; h'as hurt me, and there's the end on't. -- Sot, did’It see Dick surgeon, fot?
Clo. O, he's drunk, fir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.
Sir T. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure paynim: I hate a drunken rogue.
OLI. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?
Sir A. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be drest together.
Sir T. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull? Ols. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
[Exeunt Clown, and some Attendants,
with Sir Toby, and Sir ANDREW.
Duk. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons ;
SEB. Antonio, o my dear Antonio !
a pasly measures panyn:
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
Oli. Most wonderful !
ŞEB. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
V10. Of Mefaline : Sebastian was my father ;
SEB. A spirit I am, indeed 3
V10. My father had a mole upon his brow.
V10. And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth
foul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my
years. V10. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
fortune fince Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
SEB. Socomesit, lady, [10 Oli.) you have been miftook:
Duk. Be not amaz’d; right noble is his blood. -
Vio. And all those fayings will lover-swear;
Duk. Give me thy hand;
V10. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maids garments :
some action, Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's fuit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
Oli. He shall inlarge him: Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a Letter.
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