Twelfth Night; Act IV, Scene iii: First Folio
Twelfth Night Act IV, Scene iii Sebastian
This speech is used in our interview with Deaon Griffin-Pressley
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2115 This is the ayre, that is the glorious Sunne,
2116 This pearle she gaue me, I do feel’t, and see’t,
2117 And though tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
2118 Yet ’tis not madnesse. Where’s Anthonio then,
2119 I could not finde him at the Elephant,
2120 Yet there he was, and there I found this credite,
2121 That he did range the towne to seeke me out,
2122 His councell now might do me golden seruice,
2123 For though my soule disputes well with my sence,
2124 That this may be some error, but no madnesse,
2125 Yet doth this accident and flood of Fortune,
2126 So farre exceed all instance, all discourse,
2127 That I am readie to distrust mine eyes,
2128 And wrangle with my reason that perswades me
2129 To any other trust, but that I am mad,
2130 Or else the Ladies mad; yet if ’twere so,
2131 She could not sway her house, command her followers,
2132 Take, and giue backe affayres, and their dispatch,
2133 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
2134 As I perceiue she do’s: there’s something in’t
2135 That is deceiueable. But heere the Lady comes.
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