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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, detested ! how am I beguild?
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
O welcome, father.
Priejt. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Strengthened by enterchangement of your rings;
Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be,
Vio. My Lord, I do protest
Oli. O, do not fwear;
S CE NE ĮV,
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. H’as broke my head a-crofs, 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,
• Case is a word ufed con- talk of a fox cas, meaning the temptuously for skin. We yet stuffed skin of a fox.
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, gentleman ? how is’t with
? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't ; sot, didst see Dick surgeon, fot?
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-measurePainim. 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 dreft together.
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin fac'd knave, a gull?
[Exeunt Clo. Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt your kinfo
But had it been the brother of my blood,
[ All stand in amaze.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two
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 :
Vio. Of Messaline ; Sebastian was my father ;
. Seb. And so had mine.
Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.
• A nat'ral perspective,] A The Duke therefore fays, that perspective seems to be taken for nature has here exhibited fuch a. hows exhibited through a glass show, where shadows seem reawith such lights as make the pic- lities ; where that which is not tures appear really protuberant. appears like that which is.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul;
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
(To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid, Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; You are betroth'd both to a maid, and man.
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
garments : he upon some action
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me,
, They say, poor gentleman ! he's much distract.