Twelfth night
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- Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not thatI go with you?
- By your patience, no. My stars shine darklyover me. The malignancy of my fate might perhapsdistemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you yourleave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a badrecompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
- No, sooth, sir. My determinate voyage ismere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellenta touch of modesty that you will not extortfrom me what I am willing to keep in. Therefore itcharges me in manners the rather to express myself.You must know of me, then, Antonio, my nameis Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father wasthat Sebastian of Messaline whom I know you haveheard of. He left behind him myself and a sister,both born in an hour. If the heavens had beenpleased, would we had so ended! But you, sir,altered that, for some hour before you took mefrom the breach of the sea was my sister drowned
- Let me yet know of you whither you arebound
- Alas the day!
- A lady, sir, though it was said she muchresembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful.But though I could not with such estimablewonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her: she bore a mind that envy could not butcall fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water,though I seem to drown her remembrance againwith more
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