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nothing; and that that 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 bespake you fair and hurt you not.

Enter SIR TOBY and CLOWN

AGUECHEEK.

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 tickl'd you othergates than he did.

DUKE.

How now, gentleman? How is't with you?

SIR TOBY.

That's all one; has hurt me, and there's th' 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' th' morning.

SIR TOBY.

Then he's a rogue and a passy measures pavin. I hate a drunken rogue.

OLIVIA.

Away with him. Who hath made this havoc with them?

AGUECHEEK.

I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together.

SIR TOBY.

Will you help- an ass-head and a coxcomb and a knave, a

thin fac'd knave, a gull?

OLIVIA.

Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Exeunt CLOWN, FABIAN, SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW

Enter SEBASTIAN

SEBASTIAN.

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

I do perceive it hath offended you.

Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but so late ago.

DUKE.

One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!

A natural perspective, that is and is not.

SEBASTIAN.

Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me

Since I have lost thee!

ANTONIO.

Sebastian are you?

SEBASTIAN.

Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

ANTONIO.

How have you made division of yourself?

An apple cleft in two is not more twin

Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

OLIVIA.

Most wonderful!

SEBASTIAN.

Do I stand there? I never had a brother;

Nor can there be that deity in my nature

Of here and everywhere. I had a sister

Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.

Of charity, what kin are you to me?

What countryman, what name, what parentage?

VIOLA.

Of Messaline; Sebastian was my father.

Such a Sebastian was my brother too;

So went he suited to his watery tomb;

If spirits can assume both form and suit,

You come to fright us.

SEBASTIAN.

A spirit I am indeed,

But am in that dimension grossly clad

Which from the womb I did participate.

Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,

I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,

And say 'Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!'

VIOLA.

My father had a mole upon his brow.

SEBASTIAN.

And so had mine.

VIOLA.

And died that day when Viola from her birth

Had numb'red thirteen years.

SEBASTIAN.

O, that record is lively in my soul!

He finished indeed his mortal act

That day that made my sister thirteen years.

VIOLA.

If nothing lets to make us happy both

But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

Do not embrace me till each circumstance

Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump

That I am Viola; which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town,

Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help

I was preserv'd to serve this noble Count.

All the occurrence of my fortune since

Hath been between this lady and this lord.

SEBASTIAN.

[To OLIVIA] So Comes it, lady, you have been mistook;

But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a maid;

Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;

You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

DUKE.

Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.

If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,

I shall have share in this most happy wreck.

[To VIOLA] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times

Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

VIOLA.

And all those sayings will I overswear;

And all those swearings keep as true in soul

As doth that orbed continent the fire

That severs day from night.

DUKE.

Give me thy hand;

And let me see thee in thy