Priest. A contract, of eternal bond of love, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travell'd but two hours. Duke. 0, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzle 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; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE CHEEK, with his head broke. 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 ? 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. Sir And. If a bloody coxomb 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 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. Sot, did'st see Dick sur geon, 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, 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 dressed together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW. 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 nó less, with wit, and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? → An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than those two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Most wonderful! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Such a Sebastian was my brother too, Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Vio. 1 Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Hath been between this lady, and this lord. But nature to her bias drew in that. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Duke. Give me thy hand: And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, VOL. II. 6 Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's." Oli. He shall enlarge him: Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Re-enter Clown, with a letter. A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to -day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, 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 Prin cess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. me,. [To FABIAN. Fab. [reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you wrong and the world shall know it: though you have 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 own letter that induced me to the |