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Enter Sir Toby and Clown.

SIR ANDREW
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a
bloody coxcomb. [185] Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but
if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled 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’ [190] 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.

[195]

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, [200] 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.