Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

by William Shakespeare

OLIVIA.
O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou has too much fear.

[Enter SIR ANDREW.]

SIR ANDREW.
For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.

OLIVIA.
What 's the matter?

SIR ANDREW. Has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too; for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.

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.