ACT 3

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
He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a  bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help!  

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 ORSINO
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 bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.  

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 BELCH and Clown  

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 ORSINO
How now, gentleman! how is't with you?  

SIR TOBY BELCH
That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the 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' the morning.  

SIR TOBY BELCH
Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: 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 well be dressed together.  

SIR TOBY BELCH
Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a knave,  a thin-faced knave, a gull!  

OLIVIA
Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.  

Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW