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 enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Anthonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant;
Yet there he was, and there ^{7 note}I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;—
For tho' 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 ^{8 note}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'm 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,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here she comes. 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 and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it,
Whiles 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 heav'ns so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

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