The sea-coast.
[Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]
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 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 recompense for your love, to lay
any of them on you.
ANTONIO:
Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
SEBASTIAN No, sooth, 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. My father was that
Sebastian of Messaline, 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 pleased,
would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of
the sea was my sister drowned.
ANTONIO Alas the day!
SEBASTIAN A lady, sir, though it was said she much
resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful:
but, though I could not with such estimable wonder
overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish
her; she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair.
She is drowned already, sir, with salt 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 your servant.
SEBASTIAN 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 Orsino’s court:
farewell.
[Exit]
ANTONIO The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many 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.
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