Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623) :: Internet Shakespeare Editions

¶Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that

¶I go with you.

¶Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely

615ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps di-

¶stemper yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,

¶that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recom-

¶pence for your loue, to lay any of them on you.

¶An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.

620Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere

¶extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch

¶of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am

¶willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,

¶the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee

625then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodo-

¶rigo) my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I

¶know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,

¶and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heanens had

¶beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, al-

630ter'd that, for some houre before you tooke me from the

¶breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd.

¶Ant. Alas the day.

¶Seb. A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resem-

¶bled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh

635I could not with such estimable wonder ouer-farre be-

¶leeue that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee

¶bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is

¶drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to

¶drowne her remembrance againe with more.

640Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.

¶Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.

¶Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee

¶be your seruant.

¶Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is

645kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare

¶ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I

¶am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon 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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