OLIVIA.
Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
SIR ANDREW.
The Count’s gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for a coward, but he’s the very devil incardinate.
DUKE.
My gentleman, Cesario?
SIR ANDREW.
’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.
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, drunk, led by the Clown.
SIR ANDREW.
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 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.