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?
SIR ANDREW.
I’ll help you, Sir Toby, because we’ll be dressed together.
SIR TOBY.
Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull?
OLIVIA.
Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked 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.