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My soul the faithfull’st offerings has breath'd out,
chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going,
Vio. And I most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [following.
Oli. Where goes Cesario ?
Vio. After him I love,
Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguild ?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thy self? Is it so long ?
[To Viola. Oli. Whicher, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay.
3 Like to th' Egyptian
thief,–] This Egyptian thief was Thyamis. See Heliodorus's Æthiopics.
Duke. Husband ?
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzel on thy case ? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet,
Vio. My lord, I do protest
Oli. O, do not swear ;
SCENE S C E N E IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter ?
Sir And. H'as broke my head a-cross, and given Sir 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, Sir 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't by Sir Toby.
Vio. 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.
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 Sir 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, gentlenian? how is’t with you?
Sir To. That's all onė, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't ; fot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his
eyes were set at eight i'th' morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him : who hath made this havock with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be drest together.
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ?
Exeunt Clo. To, and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsmam: But had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety.
[All stand in amaze. You throw a strange regard on me, by which, 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
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Ant. How have you made division of your self?
Oli. Most wonderful!
Seb. Do I tand there? I never had a brother : Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a lister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd :
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
[To Viola. What countryman ? what name? what parentage ?
Vio. Of Messaline ; Sebastian was my father ;
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed ;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ;
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,