DUKE ORSINO My gentleman, Cesario?
SIR ANDREW '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.
VIOLA Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew your sword upon me without cause;
But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.
SIR ANDREW If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and 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 ORSINO How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
SIR TOBY BELCH That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end
on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clown O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
were set at eight i' the morning.
SIR TOBY BELCH Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I
hate a drunken rogue.
OLIVIA Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?
SIR ANDREW I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together.
SIR TOBY BELCH Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a
knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
OLIVIA Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
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