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| SCENE I. The sea-coast. |
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Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN
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| ANTONIO |
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Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?
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| SEBASTIAN |
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By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps
distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your
5 leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad
recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
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| ANTONIO |
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Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
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| SEBASTIAN |
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No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a
10 touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me
what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges
me in manners the rather to express myself. You
must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian,
which I called Roderigo. My father was that
15 Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard
of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both
born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased,
would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of
20 the sea was my sister drowned.
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| ANTONIO |
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Alas the day!
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| SEBASTIAN |
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A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but,
though I could not with such estimable wonder
25 overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly
publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but
call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt
water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
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| ANTONIO |
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Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
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| SEBASTIAN |
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30 O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
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| ANTONIO |
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If you will not murder me for my love, let me be
your servant.
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| SEBASTIAN |
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If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
35 Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.
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Exit
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| ANTONIO |
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The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
40 I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
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Exit
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