ACT 2
Scene 1
...be this so.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
...go with you?
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.
...you are bound.
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.
...Alas the day!
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.
...your bad entertainment.
O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
...be your servant.
If you will not undo what you have done—
that is, kill him whom you have recovered—desire
it not. Fare you 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.
He exits.
ACT 3
Scene 3
...where he is.
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
I would not by my will have troubled you,
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
...in your pursuit.
My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What’s to do?
Shall we go see the relics of this town?
...see your lodging.
I am not weary, and ’tis long to night.
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
...scarce be answered.
Belike you slew great number of his people?
...shall pay dear.
Do not then walk too open.
...here’s my purse.
Giving him money.
...you have me.
Why I your purse?
...idle markets, sir.
I’ll be your purse-bearer and leave you
For an hour.
...To th’ Elephant.
I do remember.
They exit in different directions.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...be nothing yet.
Enter Sebastian and Feste, the Fool.
...sent for you?
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow. Let
me be clear of thee.
...so is so.
I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else.
Thou know’st not me.
...thou art coming?
I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.
There’s money for thee. Giving money.
If you
tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
...There’s for you.
He strikes Sebastian.
returning the blow
Why, there’s for thee,
and there, and there.—Are all the people mad?
...coats for twopence.
TOBY, seizing Sebastian
...matter for that.
to Toby
Let go thy hand!
...fleshed. Come on.
I will be free from thee. He pulls free and draws his sword.
What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
...mine, in thee.
aside
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
...by me!
Madam, I will.
...and so be!
They exit.
Scene 3
...Adieu, goodman devil.”
Enter Sebastian.
This is the air; that is the glorious sun.
This pearl she gave me, I do feel ’t and see ’t.
And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant.
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service.
For though my soul disputes well with my sense
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad—
Or else the lady’s mad. Yet if ’twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
As I perceive she does. There’s something in ’t
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
...do you say?
I’ll follow this good man and go with you,
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
...act of mine.
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...be looked to.
Enter Sebastian.
I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman,
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
...and is not!
Antonio, O, my dear Antonio!
How have the hours racked and tortured me
Since I have lost thee!
...Sebastian are you?
Fear’st thou that, Antonio?
...Sebastian? Most wonderful!
looking at Viola
Do I stand there? I never had a brother,
Nor can there be that deity in my nature
Of here and everywhere. I had a sister
Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? What name? What parentage?
...to fright us.
A spirit I am indeed,
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek
And say “Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.”
...upon his brow.
And so had mine.
...numbered thirteen years.
O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finishèd indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
...and this lord.
to Olivia
So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.
But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid.
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived:
You are betrothed both to a maid and man.
...his fancy’s queen.
All but the Fool exit.