READ STUDY GUIDE: Act II, scenes i–ii |
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Act II, Scene i:
The sea-coast
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 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 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. |
| ANTONIO: |
| Alas the day! |
| SEBASTIAN: |
| A lady, sir, though 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 her: she bore mind that envy could not but call |
| fair. She is drown'd 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 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; 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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