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That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety :
Priest. A contra å of eternal bond of love,
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy case ? Or will not else thy craft fo 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;
Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir 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 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, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'th' morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paft-measure
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. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
S CE N E V.
Am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kins-
[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 fo late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebasian 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 Meffaline; Sebastian was my father;
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed ;
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years.
Seh. 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 10 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 fayings will I over-fwear,
Duke. Give me thy hand,
Viv. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit,
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither.
S CE N E
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 mad-man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.
Oli. Open't, and read it.
Cle. Look then, to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam,
[Reads. Oli. How now, art 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 it, i'thy right wits.
Clo. So I do, Madona · but to read his right wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend, my princess, nd give ear. Oli. Read it you, firrah.
[To Fabian. Fab. (Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. I have your own Letter, that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to do myself much right, or you much shame: think of me, as you please: I leave my duty a little unthought
of, and speak out of my injury.
The madly us'd Malvolio.