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- $Unique_ID{SSP03006}
- $Title{Twelfth Night: Act II, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*03000.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- TWELFTH NIGHT
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- ACT II
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- SCENE I: The sea-coast.
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- {Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.}
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- ANTONIO: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go
- with you?
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- 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.
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- 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 10
- 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 20
- the sea was my sister drowned.
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- ANTONIO: Alas the day!
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- 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. 30
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- ANTONIO: Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
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- SEBASTIAN: O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
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- ANTONIO: If you will not murder me for my love, let me be
- your servant.
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- 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: 40
- 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.
-
- [Exit.]
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