Page 620 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

VIOLA

My lord, I do protest−

OLIVIA
O do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast 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? [170]

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 [175] 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. [180]

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.