_Priest._ A contract of eternal bond of love, 150 Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: 155 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travell'd but two hours. _Duke._ O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, 160 That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. _Vio._ My lord, I do protest-- _Oli._ O, do not swear! Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. 165 _Enter_ SIR ANDREW. _Sir And._ For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby. _Oli._ What's the matter? _Sir And._ He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your 170 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? 175 _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; 180 But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. _Sir And._ If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. _Enter_ SIR TOBY _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 185 than he did. _Duke._ How now, gentleman! how is't with you? _Sir To._ That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? _Clo._ O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes 190 were set at eight i' the morning. _Sir To._ Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I hate a drunken rogue. _Oli._ Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? 195 _Sir And._ I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. _Sir To._ Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! _Oli._ Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. 200 [_Exeunt Clown_, _Fabian_, _Sir Toby_, _and Sir Andrew_. _Enter_ SEBASTIAN.