[Enter Sebastian behind.
Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd 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 to.
[Exeunt Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Servants.
Seb. [Advances] 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.
[Antonio, seeing Sebastian, comes forward.
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.