Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will

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