Sir Andrew Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily and reins well.
First Officer
First Officer. This is the man; do thy office.
Officers Orsino's officers who arrest Antonio in the street and escort him to the final reckoning. Comedy · Twelfth Night
Officers's lines in Twelfth Night
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First Officer This is the man; do thy office.
Second Officer
Second Officer. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
Antonio You do mistake me, sir.
First Officer
First Officer. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away: he knows I know him well.
Antonio I must obey. (To VIOLA) This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do, now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me Much more for what I cannot do for you Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; But be of comfort.
Second Officer
Second Officer. Come, sir, away.
Antonio O heavens themselves!
Second Officer
Second Officer. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Antonio Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death, Relieved him with such sanctity of love, And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
First Officer
First Officer. What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
Antonio But O how vile an idol proves this god Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil.
First Officer
First Officer. The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.
Duke Orsino That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy and the tongue of loss Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
First Officer
First Officer. Orsino, this is that Antonio That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.