Why, theres for you; and there, and there! said Sebastian, bitting back a great deal harder, and again and again, till Sir Toby came to the rescue of his friend. Sebastian, however, tore himself free from Sir Tobys clutches, and drawing his sword would have fought them both, but that Olivia herself, having heard of the quarrel, came running in, and with many reproaches sent Sir Toby and his friend away. Then turning to Sebastian, whom she too thought to be Cesario, she besought him with many a pretty speech to come into the house with her.
Sebastian, half dazed and all delighted with her beauty and grace, readily consented, and that very day, so great was Olivias baste, they were married before she had discovered that he was not Cesario, or Sebastian was quite certain whether or not he was in a dream.
Meanwhile Orsino, hearing how ill Cesario sped with Olivia, visited her himself, taking Cesario with him. Olivia met them both before her door, and seeing, as she thought, her husband there, reproached him for leaving her, while to the Duke she said that his suit was as fat and wholesome to her as howling after music.
Still so cruel? said Orsino.
Still so constant, she answered.
Then Orsinos anger growing to cruelty, he vowed that, to be revenged on her, he would kill Cesario, whom he knew she loved. Come, boy, he said to the page.
And Viola, following him as he moved away, said, I, to do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
A great fear took hold on Olivia, and she cried aloud, Cesario, husband, stay!
Her husband? asked the Duke angrily.
No, my lord, not I, said Viola.
Call forth the holy father, cried Olivia.
And the priest who had married Sebastian and Olivia, coming in, declared Cesario to be the bridegroom.
O thou dissembling cub! the Duke exclaimed. Farewell, and take her, but go where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
At this moment Sir Andrew came up with bleeding crown, complaining that Cesario had broken his head, and Sir Tobys as well.