Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY 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. How now, gentleman! how is 't with you? Sir To. That's all there's the end on 't. sot? one: has hurt me, and Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, 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, and a passy measures pavin: I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? 190 200 Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll 210 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 [Exeunt Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. to. 192. bespake, spoke, answered. 194. set nothing by, take no account of. 198. othergates, otherwise. 206. passy measures, a corruption of the Italian passamezzo, a slow dance. an 207. pavin, a grave stately dance. This is the reading of F2 for 'panyn' F1, unknown word. Coherent meaning need not be demanded from Sir Toby 'in drink.' Attested by the holy close of lips, 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. O thou dissembling cub ! what wilt thou be Oli. Enter SIR Andrew. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? 170 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 180 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. 163. ceremony; pronounced cer'mony.' 168. case, skin. 168. grizzle, grey hairs. 179. coxcomb, pate, head. 185. incardinate, incarnate. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY 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. How now, gentleman! how is 't with you? Sir To. That's all there's the end on 't. sot ? one: has hurt me, and Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, 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, and a passy measures pavin: I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? 190 200 Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll 210 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 [Exeunt Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. to. 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 no less with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not! Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio ! How have the hours rack'd and tortured 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 these two creatures. Oli. Most wonderful! Seb. Do I stand there? Nor can there be that deity Which is Sebastian? I never had a brother; Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. What countryman ? what name? what parentage? Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb : Seb. A spirit I am indeed; 224. perspective, delusion of the sight; commonly some delusive arrangement of mirrors or lenses. 228. fear'st, doubtest. 220 230 240 |