Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows A spirit I am indeed; We made each other but so late ago. But am in that dimension grossly clad DUKE ORSINO Which from the womb I did participate. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, A natural perspective, that is and is not! I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, SEBASTIAN And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!' Antonio, O my dear Antonio! VIOLA How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, My father had a mole upon his brow. Since I have lost thee! SEBASTIAN And so had mine. ANTONIO Sebastian are you? SEBASTIAN And died that day when Viola from her birth Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Had number'd thirteen years. ANTONIO SEBASTIAN How have you made division of yourself? O, that record is lively in my soul! An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin He finished indeed his mortal act Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? That day that made my sister thirteen years. OLIVIA VIOLA Most wonderful! If nothing lets to make us both SEBASTIAN But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Do not embrace me till each circumstance Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump Of here and every where. I had a sister, That I am Viola: which to confirm, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Of charity, what kin are you to me? Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help What countryman? what name? what parentage? I was preserved to serve this noble count. All the occurrence of my fortune since VIOLA Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Hath been between this lady and this lord. Such a Sebastian was my brother too, SEBASTIAN So went he suited to his watery tomb: [To OLIVIA] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: If spirits can assume both form and suit But nature to her bias drew in that. You come to fright us. You would have been contracted to a maid; SEBASTIAN Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. DUKE ORSINO One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural perspective, that is and is not! SEBASTIAN Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, Since I have lost thee! ANTONIO Sebastian are you? SEBASTIAN Fear'st thou that, Antonio? ANTONIO How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? OLIVIA Most wonderful! SEBASTIAN Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage? VIOLA Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us. SEBASTIAN A spirit I am indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad Which from the womb I did participate. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!' VIOLA My father had a mole upon his brow. SEBASTIAN And so had mine. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. SEBASTIAN O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished indeed his mortal act That day that made my sister thirteen years. VIOLA If nothing lets to make us both But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserved to serve this noble count. All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady and this lord. SEBASTIAN [To OLIVIA] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
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