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Priest. A contract and eternal bond of love,
Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be,
Vie. My lord, I do protest, —
Oli. O, do not swear ;
Enter Sir Andrew, with bis head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; and send onę presently to sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. H'as broke my head across, 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't by sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: .. . case?)---skin.
You drew your sword upon me, without cause;
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you 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 tickled you othergates 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. --Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, fir Toby, above an hour agone ; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue:-" and after a pasfy-measure
or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.
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 ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ?
[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
Enter Sebastian. Seb. 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;
m and after a pally-measure or a pavin, ]-and next to such serious dances, as a pala-mezzo, and a pavan, I hate, &c.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
Duke One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons : A "natural perspective, that is, and is not !
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?-
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother :
Vio. Of Meffaline : Sebastian was my father ;
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
* A natural perspective, that is, and is not !]-a reflection, an appearance reflected from Viola's person, which seems, and yet is not a substance,
• in that dimension grosy clad,]-invested with those gross materials.
Seb. Seb. And so had mine.
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,
Duke. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood.
Vio. And all those sayings, will I over-swear ;
Duke. Give me thy hand;
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
Hath my maid's garments : he, upon some action,
Oli. He shall enlarge him: Fetch Malvolio, hither,
Re-enter Clown, with a Letter. 9 A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banilh'd his. How does he, sirrah ?
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so ! it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.
Oli. Open't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the madman.-By the Lord, madam,
Oli. How now, art thou mad!
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.
Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wits.
Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read ' his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, firrah.
[To Fabian. Fub. [Reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world fall know it: though you bave put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses, as well as your ladyship. I have your
9 A mest extracting frenzy]—which drew every object, but one, out of my memory. ' it skills not much,]-is of no great consequence.
you must allow vox.]-me to exert the whole compass of my voice; to assume a frantick tone. allor oaths.
his wits right.