| ACT II SCENE I | 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 | 5 |
| | 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 | 10 |
| | 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 | 15 |
| | 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. | 20 |
| 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 | 25 |
| | 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. | 30 |
| 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, | 35 |
| | 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, | 40 |
| | 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 | |
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