OLIVIA’S Garden. | |
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Enter SEBASTIAN. | |
| Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; | |
| This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t; | 4 |
| 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, | 8 |
| 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, | 12 |
| 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 | 16 |
| 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 | 20 |
| 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. | |
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Enter OLIVIA and a Priest. | 24 |
| Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, | |
| Now go with me and with this holy man | |
| Into the chantry by; there, before him, | |
| And underneath that consecrated roof, | 28 |
| Plight me the full assurance of your faith; | |
| That my most jealous and too doubtful soul | |
| May live at peace. He shall conceal it | |
| Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, | 32 |
| What time we will our celebration keep | |
| According to my birth. What do you say? | |
| Seb. I’ll follow this good man, and go with you; | |
| And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. | 36 |
| Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine | |
| That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. | |
