Antonio.
Ant.
Will you stay no longer? nor will you not, that
I go with you?
Seb.
By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over
me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper
yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave,
that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompence
for your love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant.
Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
Seb.
No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is meer
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 call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of
Messaline,14Q0436 whom I know, you have heard of: he left
behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour;
If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had so ended!
but you, sir, alter'd that; for, some hour before
you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister
drown'd.
Ant.
Alas, the day!
Seb.
A lady, sir, though note it was said she much resembl'd
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful:
but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder,
over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish
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her, she bore a mind that envy could note not but
call fair: she is drown'd 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 murther 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 recover'd, 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 Orsino's court:
farewel.
[Exit.
Ant.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!—
I have many enemies note 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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
