Sir And.

For the love of God 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 God, your help. I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli.

Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And.

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

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 a 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, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?

Clo.

O he's drunk, Sir Toby, 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?