Seb.
This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwarps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit ^{note note},
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am ^note mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch ^note
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
As I perceive she does; there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes ^note. Enter Olivia and Priest.

Oli.
Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,

Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous ^note and too doubtful soul
May live ^note at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles ^note you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

Seb.
I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli.
Then lead the way, good father; and heavens ^note so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. ^note

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