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And grew a twenty year's removed thing,
Vio. How can this be ?
Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
SCENE III. Enter Olivia, and attendants
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
lord V10. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Olr. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Duke. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him,
DUKE. Why should I not, had I the heart to do't
the marble-breasted tyrant ftill.
Vro. And I most jocund, apt and willingly, To do you reft a thousand deaths would die. [following:
Oli. Where goes Cefario
V10. After him I love,
Oli. Ay, me, detested! how am I beguild ?
Oli. Haft thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Duke. Her husband, Girrah?
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
PRIEST, A contract of eternal bond of love,
DUKE. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet,
V1o. My lord, I do protest
Oli. O, do not swear;
SCENE IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.
Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send one presently to fir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir AND. H'as broke my head a-cross, and 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 AND. The count's gentleman, one Cesario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?
Sir And Od's lifelings, here he is--you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do it by fir Toby.
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes fir Toby halting, you shall hear more ; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates than he did. DUKE. How now, gentleman? how is't with you
? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on’t ; fot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, fir Toby, above an hour agon; his eyes were set at eight i'th' morning.
Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure “ Paia«im." I hate a drunken rogue.
285 OLI. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be drest together.
Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin fac'd knave, a gull?
[Exeunt Clo. Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. OLI. Cet him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
SCENE V. Enter Sebastian.
[All stand in amaze. You throw a strange regard on me, by which, I do perceive, it hath offended you ;
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 nat’ral perspective, that is, and is not!
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !.
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
Oli, Most wonderful!
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: