Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will - Уильям Шекспир 3 стр.

ANTONIO. Will you stay no longer; nor will you not that I go
with you?

  SEBASTIAN. 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.

  ANTONIO. Let me know of you whither you are bound.

  SEBASTIAN. 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 call'd 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 pleas'd, would we had so ended! But you, sir, alter'd that;
    for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was
 my sister drown'd.

  ANTONIO. Alas the day!

  SEBASTIAN. 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 mind that envy could not but call
    fair. She is drown'd already, sir, with salt water, though I seem
    to drown her remembrance again with more.

  ANTONIO. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

  SEBASTIAN. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

  ANTONIO. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your  servant.

  SEBASTIAN. If you will not undo what you have done- that is,
kill
him whom you have recover'd-desire it not. Fare ye 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.

  ANTONIO. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
    I have many cnemies in Orsino's court,
    Else would I very shortly see thee there.
    But come what may, I do adore thee so
    That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

MALVOLIO. Were you not ev'n now with the Countess Olivia?

MALVOLIO. Were you not ev'n now with the Countess Olivia?