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Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [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. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd!",
Come away. [To Vrola. Oli. Whither my lord ?--Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband ? Oli.
Ay, husband; Can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? · Vio
No, my lord, not I.
· Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
grave, I have travell’d but two hours. . :
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
Vio. My lord, I do protest,
0, do not swear ; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
. Disown thy property. 2 Skim,
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ; send one presently to sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. 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.
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!
Şir 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.
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 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 3 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 the end on't.- Şot, did’st see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning."
Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, 4 I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this hayock with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxsomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd ta. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir ANDREW.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two - persons ; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. .
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
Aut. Sebastian are you?
4 Serious dances.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most wonderful !
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, · Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:
Of charity, s what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father ;
A spirit I am, indeed;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul!