Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/Twelfe Night/Act 4 Scene 3
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Sebastian.
This is the ayre, that is the glorious Sunne,This pearle she gaue me, I do feel't, and see't,And though tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madnesse. Where's Anthonio then,I could not finde him at the Elephant,Yet there he was, and there I found this credite,That he did range the towne to seeke me out,His councell now might do me golden seruice,For though my soule disputes well with my sence,That this may be some error, but no madnesse,Yet doth this accident and flood of Fortune,So farre exceed all instance, all discourse,That I am readie to distrust mine eyes,And wrangle with my reason that perswades meTo any other trust, but that I am mad,Or else the Ladies mad; yet if 'twere so,She could not sway her house, command her followers,Take, and giue backe affayres, and their dispatch,With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearingAs I perceiue she do's: there's something in'tThat is deceiueable. But heere the Lady comes.
Enter Oliuia, and Priest.
Ol.Blame not this haste of mine: if you meane wellNow go with me, and with this holy manInto the Chantry by: there before him,And vnderneath that consecrated roofe,Plight me the full assurance of your faith,That my most iealious, and too doubtfull souleMay liue at peace. He shall conceale it,Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,What time we will our celebration keepeAccording to my birth, what do you say?
Seb.Ile follow this good man, and go with you,And hauing sworne truth, euer will be true.
Ol.Then lead the way good father, & heauens so shine,Exeunt.That they may fairely note this acte of mine.Finis Actus Quartus.