SIR ANDREW. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
[Enter SIR TOBY and CLOWN.]
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickl'd 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.
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 dress'd together.
SIR TOBY. Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a knave! a thin-fac'd knave, a gull!