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Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
Vio. My lord, I do protest
Oli. O, do not swear ;
Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir And. 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:
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
other-gates-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; fot, 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 patt-measure Painim. 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, ad 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.
Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsman : ut had it been the brother of my blood, maft have done no less with wit and safety.
['All fand in amare. ou throw a strange regard on me, by which, do perceive, it hath offended
you; ardon, me, sweet one, even for the vows Ve made each other, but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two pernat'ral perspective, that is, and is not ! Sib. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! ow have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, nce I have lost thee ? Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ! Ant. How have you made division of your self?
apple, cleft in two, is not more twin han these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian? Oli. Most wonderful ! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : or can there be that deity in my nature, 'bere and every where. I had a fifter, hom the blind waves and surges have devour'd: charity, what kin are you to me?
[To Viola, aat countryman? what name? what parentage ? Vio. Of Mefaline ; Sebastian was my father ; sh a Sebastian was my brother too : went he suited to his wat'ry tomb. fpirits can assume both form and fuit, H 2
You come to fright us.
Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed ;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ;
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miftook :
But nature to her bias drew in that.
by whose gentle Help I was preserv'd to serve this noble Duke.) Tho' this 6 Sense, and possesses all the printed Copies, yet I suspect, fror the Similitude in the two Words preferu'd and serve (a Sani ness of Sound, which Shakespeare would, probably, have avoid ed ;) the Copyists, or Men at Press, committed a night Mifak! When the captain and Viola firft appear upon the Stage, she says to him;
I'll serve this Duke ; Thou shalt present me &c. I therefore believe, the Author wrote, as I have reform'de! Text,
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;
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 fhore,
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither.
Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian,
my remembrance clearly banish'd his. How does he, firrah ?
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.
Cl. 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 da, Madona ; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
Oli. Read it
[To Fabiar Fab. (Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you zurong mi and the world shall know it: though you have put me in, darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, y have I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. have your own Letter, that induced me to the semblance put on ; with the which I doubt not, but to do myself mu right, or you much shame: think of me, as you please: leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of injury,
The madly used Malvoli Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This favours not much of distraction,
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, so please you, these things further thought of To think me as well a sister, as a wife; One day shall crown th' alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper coft.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer. Your master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding : (And since you call me master for so long.) Here is my hand, you shall from this time be Your master's mistress. Oli. A fifter,
Enter Malvolio Duke. Is this the mad-man? Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how now, Malvoliot Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notoriou
wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolia? no.
Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse that Letter, You must not now deny it is your
-You are fhe.