Sebastian.
Ant.
Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that
I go with you? note
Seb.
By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper
yours; therefore I shall crave note of you your leave that I may
bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your
love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant.
Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb.
No, sooth note, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a 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 note.
My father was that Sebastian of Messaline note, whom I know
you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a
sister, both born in an note hour: if the heavens had been
pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour note before you took me from the breach note of the
sea was my sister drowned.
Ant.
Alas the day!
Seb.
A lady, sir, though note it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
I could not with such estimable wonder note overfar note believe
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that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a
mind that envy could not but note call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.
Ant.
Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb.
O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Ant.
If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.
Seb.
If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. 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 note Orsino's court: farewell.
[Exit.
Ant.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many note 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.
[Exit.
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
