Twelfth Night
Act IV, Scene 3
Olivia’s garden.
Byam Shaw, 1901
Sebastian
1 - 21
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This is the air, that is the glorious sun,
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This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t,
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And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
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Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio then?
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I could not find him at the Elephant,
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Yet there he was, and there I found this credit,
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That he did range the town to seek me out.
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His counsel now might do me golden service,
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For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
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That this may be some error, but no madness,
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Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
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So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
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That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
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And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
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To any other trust but that I am mad,
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Or else the lady’s mad; yet if ’twere so,
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She could not sway her house, command her followers,
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Take and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
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With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
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As I perceive she does. There’s something in’t
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That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Olivia
22 - 31
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Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
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Now go with me, and with this holy man,
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Into the chantry by; there, before him,
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And underneath that consecrated roof,
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Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
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That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
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May live at peace. He shall conceal it
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Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
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What time we will our celebration keep
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According to my birth. What do you say?
Sebastian
32 - 33
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I’ll follow this good man, and go with you,
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And having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Olivia
34 - 35
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Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so shine
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That they may fairly note this act of mine!