_Sir And._ O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone. _Sir To._ Then he's a rogue, a drunken rogue,--and I hate a drunken rogue. [_Enter_ SEBASTIAN _behind_. _Oli._ Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them? _Sir And._ I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd 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. [_Exeunt_ SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, _and Servants_. _Seb._ [_Advances_] I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. [ANTONIO, _seeing_ SEBASTIAN, _comes forward_. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. _Duke._ One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. _Seb._ Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortured me. Since I have lost thee. _Ant._ Sebastian are you? _Seb._ Fear'st thou that, Antonio? _Ant._ How have you made division of yourself?-- An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? _Seb._ [_Sees_ VIOLA.] Do I stand there? I never had a brother: I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:-- Of charity, [_To_ VIOLA.] what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage? _Vio._ Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit, You come to fright us. _Seb._ Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say--Thrice welcome, drowned Viola! _Vio._ If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Away with doubt:--each other circumstance Of place, time, fortune, doth cohere, and jump, That I am Viola,--your sister Viola. [_They embrace._ _Seb._ [_To_ OLIVIA.] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook. _Duke._ If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck:-- Boy, [_To_ VIOLA.] thou hast said to me a thousand times, Thou never should'st love woman like to me. _Vio._ And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul, As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night. _Duke._ Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. _Vio._ The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.