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Twelfth Night: Act 2, Scene 1

Twelfth Night
Act 2, Scene 1

Scene 1

The sea coast.

  1. Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

Antonio

2 - 3
  1. Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that I go with
  2. you?

Sebastian

4 - 8
  1. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me. The
  2. malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours;
  3. therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear
  4. my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love, to
  5. lay any of them on you.

Antonio

9
  1. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

Sebastian

10 - 20
  1. No, sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy.
  2. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that
  3. you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in;
  4. therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express
  5. myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is
  6. Sebastian, which I call’d Rodorigo; my father was that
  7. Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of. He
  8. left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour.
  9. If the heavens had been pleas’d, would we had so ended! But
  10. you, sir, alter’d that, for some hour before you took me
  11. from the breach of the sea was my sister drown’d.

Antonio

21
  1. Alas the day!

Sebastian

22 - 27
  1. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was
  2. yet of many accounted beautiful; but though I could not with
  3. such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I
  4. will boldly publish her: she bore a mind that envy could not
  5. but call fair. She is drown’d already, sir, with salt water,
  6. though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Antonio

28
  1. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Sebastian

29
  1. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

Antonio

30 - 31
  1. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your
  2. servant.

Sebastian

32 - 37
  1. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him
  2. whom you have recover’d, desire it not. Fare ye well at
  3. once; my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the
  4. manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine
  5. eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino’s
  6. court. Farewell.
  1. Exit.

Antonio

39 - 43
  1. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
  2. I have many enemies in Orsino’s court,
  3. Else would I very shortly see thee there.
  4. But come what may, I do adore thee so
  5. That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
  1. Exit.
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