Sir To. Then he's a [rogue], and a passy measures panyn:
I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with
them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be
dressed together.
Sir To. Will you [help? an ass-head] and a coxcomb
and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
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Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.