Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)

 610Actus Secundus, Scaena prima.
 611Enter Antonio & Sebastian.
 612Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that
 613I go with you.
 614Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely
 615ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps di-
 616stemper yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,
 617that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recom-
 618pence for your loue, to lay any of them on you.
 619An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
 620Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere
 621extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch
 622of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am
 623willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,
 624the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee
 625then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodo-
 626rigo) my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I
 627know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,
 628and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heanens had
 629beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, al-
 630ter'd that, for some houre before you tooke me from the
 631breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd.
 632Ant. Alas the day.
 633Seb. A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resem-
 634bled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh
 635I could not with such estimable wonder ouer-farre be-
 636leeue that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee
 637bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is
 638drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to
 639drowne her remembrance againe with more.
 640Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.
 641Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.
 642Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee
 643be your seruant.
 644Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is
 645kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare
 646ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I
 647am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the
 648least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am
 649bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.  Exit
 650Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:
 651I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,
 652Else would I very shortly see thee there:
 653But come what may, I do adore thee so,
 654That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.  Exit.
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Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
