Ol. What"s the matter?

And. H"as broke my head acrosse, and has giuen Sir Toby a b.l.o.o.d.y c.o.xcombe too: for the loue of G.o.d your helpe, I had rather then forty pound I were at home

Ol. Who has done this sir Andrew?

And. The Counts Gentleman, one Cesario: we tooke him for a Coward, but hee"s the verie diuell, incardinate

Du. My Gentleman Cesario?



And. Odd"s lifelings heere 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 speake to me, I neuer hurt you: You drew your sword vpon me without cause, But I bespake you faire, and hurt you not.

Enter Toby and Clowne.

And. If a b.l.o.o.d.y c.o.xcombe be a hurt, you haue hurt me: I thinke you set nothing by a b.l.o.o.d.y c.o.xecombe.

Heere comes sir Toby halting, you shall heare more: but if he had not beene in drinke, hee would haue tickel"d you other gates then he did

Du. How now Gentleman? how ist with you?

To. That"s all one, has hurt me, and there"s th" end on"t: Sot, didst see d.i.c.ke Surgeon, sot?

Clo. O he"s drunke sir Toby an houre agone: his eyes were set at eight i"th morning

To. Then he"s a Rogue, and a pa.s.sy measures pauyn: I hate a drunken rogue

Ol. Away with him? Who hath made this hauocke with them?

And. Ile helpe you sir Toby, because we"ll be drest together

To. Will you helpe an a.s.se-head, and a c.o.xcombe, & a knaue: a thin fac"d knaue, a gull?

Ol. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look"d too.

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am sorry Madam I haue hurt your kinsman: But had it beene the brother of my blood, I must haue done no lesse with wit and safety.

You throw a strange regard vpon me, and by that I do perceiue it hath offended you: Pardon me (sweet one) euen for the vowes We made each other, but so late ago

Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A naturall Perspectiue, that is, and is not

Seb. Anthonio: O my deere Anthonio, How haue the houres rack"d, and tortur"d me, Since I haue lost thee?

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear"st thou that Anthonio?

Ant. How haue you made diuision of your selfe, An apple cleft in two, is not more twin Then these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

Ol. Most wonderfull

Seb. Do I stand there? I neuer had a brother: Nor can there be that Deity in my nature Of heere, and euery where. I had a sister, Whom the blinde waues and surges haue deuour"d: Of charity, what kinne are you to me?

What Countreyman? What name? What Parentage?

Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my Father, Such a Sebastian was my brother too: So went he suited to his watery tombe: If spirits can a.s.sume both forme and suite, You come to fright vs

Seb. A spirit I am indeed, But am in that dimension grossely clad, Which from the wombe I did partic.i.p.ate.

Were you a woman, as the rest goes euen, I should my teares let fall vpon your cheeke, And say, thrice welcome drowned Viola

Vio. My father had a moale vpon his brow

Seb. And so had mine

Vio. And dide that day when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteene yeares

Seb. O that record is liuely in my soule, He finished indeed his mortall acte That day that made my sister thirteene yeares

Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both, But this my masculine vsurp"d attyre: Do not embrace me, till each circ.u.mstance, Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and iumpe That I am Viola, which to confirme, Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne, Where lye my maiden weeds: by whose gentle helpe, I was preseru"d to serue this n.o.ble Count: All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord

Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke: But Nature to her bias drew in that.

You would haue bin contracted to a Maid, Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu"d, You are betroth"d both to a maid and man

Du. Be not amaz"d, right n.o.ble is his blood: If this be so, as yet the gla.s.se seemes true, I shall haue share in this most happy wracke, Boy, thou hast saide to me a thousand times, Thou neuer should"st loue woman like to me

Vio. And all those sayings, will I ouer sweare, And all those swearings keepe as true in soule, As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire, That seuers day from night

Du. Giue me thy hand, And let me see thee in thy womans weedes

Vio. The Captaine that did bring me first on sh.o.r.e Hath my Maides garments: he vpon some Action Is now in durance, at Maluolio"s suite, a Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies

Ol. He shall inlarge him: fetch Maluolio hither, And yet alas, now I remember me, They say poore Gentleman, he"s much distract.

Enter Clowne with a Letter, and Fabian.

A most extracting frensie of mine owne From my remembrance, clearly banisht his.

How does he sirrah?

Cl. Truely Madam, he holds Belzebub at the staues end as well as a man in his case may do: has heere writ a letter to you, I should haue giuen"t you to day morning. But as a madmans Epistles are no Gospels, so it skilles not much when they are deliuer"d

Ol. Open"t, and read it

Clo. Looke then to be well edified, when the Foole deliuers the Madman. By the Lord Madam

Ol. How now, art thou mad?

Clo. No Madam, I do but reade madnesse: and your Ladyship will haue it as it ought to bee, you must allow Vox

Ol. Prethee reade i"thy right wits

Clo. So I do Madona: but to reade his right wits, is to reade thus: therefore, perpend my Princesse, and giue eare

Ol. Read it you, sirrah

Fab. Reads. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: Though you haue put mee into darkenesse, and giuen your drunken Cosine rule ouer me, yet haue I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladieship.

I haue your owne letter, that induced mee to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to do my selfe much right, or you much shame: thinke of me as you please. I leaue my duty a little vnthought of, and speake out of my iniury. The madly vs"d Maluolio

Ol. Did he write this?

Clo. I Madame

Du. This sauours not much of distraction

Ol. See him deliuer"d Fabian, bring him hither: My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To thinke me as well a sister, as a wife, One day shall crowne th" alliance on"t, so please you, Heere at my house, and at my proper cost

Du. Madam, I am most apt t" embrace your offer: Your Master quits you: and for your seruice done him, So much against the mettle of your s.e.x, So farre beneath your soft and tender breeding, And since you call"d me Master, for so long: Heere is my hand, you shall from this time bee Your Masters Mistris

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