Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare






Act 2 - Scene 1



The sea-coast.



Antonio : Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

Sebastian : By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over [p]me: the malignancy
of my fate might perhaps [p]distemper yours; therefore I shall crave
of you your [p]leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a
bad [p]recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Sebastian : No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere [p]extravagancy. But I
perceive in you so excellent a [p]touch of modesty, that you will not
extort from me [p]what I am willing to keep in; therefore it
charges [p]me in manners the rather to express myself. You [p]must
know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, [p]which I called
Roderigo. My father was that [p]Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know
you have heard [p]of. He left behind him myself and a sister,
both [p]born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, [p]would we
had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; [p]for some hour before you
took me from the breach of [p]the sea was my sister drowned.

Antonio : Alas the day!

Sebastian : A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled [p]me, was yet of
many accounted beautiful: but, [p]though I could not with such
estimable wonder [p]overfar believe that, yet thus far I will
boldly [p]publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but [p]call
fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt [p]water, though I seem
to drown her remembrance again with more.

Antonio : Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Sebastian : O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

Antonio : If you will not murder me for my love, let me be [p]your servant.

Sebastian : If you will not undo what you have done, that is, [p]kill him whom you
have recovered, desire it not. [p]Fare ye well at once: my bosom is
full of kindness, [p]and I am yet so near the manners of my mother,
that [p]upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell [p]tales of
me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.

Antonio : The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! [p]I have many enemies in
Orsino's court, [p]Else would I very shortly see thee there. [p]But,
come what may, I do adore thee so, [p]That danger shall seem sport,
and I will go.



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