Sir And.

For the love of heav'n, a surgeon, and send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli.

What's the matter?

Sir And.

H'as broke my head a-cross, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of heav'n, your help. I had rather than forty pounds I were at home.

Oli.

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And.

The duke's gentleman, one Cesario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incarnate.

Duke.

My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And.

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.

Vio.
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. Enter Sir Toby and Clown.

Sir And.

If a bloody coxcomb be hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you, other gates than he did.

Duke.

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

Sir To.

That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't; sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo.

O he's drunk, Sir, above an hour agone; his eyes were set, at eight i'th' morning.

Sir To.

Then he's a rogue, and a past measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli.

Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And.

I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

Sir To.

Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?