Twelfth Night: Act IV, Scene iii


Twelfth Night.         Act 4, Scene 3.      Sebastian

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  1. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
  2. This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t;
  3. And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
  4. Yet ’tis not madness. Where’s Antonio, then?
  5. I could not find him at the Elephant:
  6. Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
  7. That he did range the town to seek me out.
  8. His counsel now might do me golden service;
  9. For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
  10. That this may be some error, but no madness,
  11. Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
  12. So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
  13. That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
  14. And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
  15. To any other trust but that I am mad
  16. Or else the lady’s mad; yet, if ’twere so,
  17. She could not sway her house, command her followers,
  18. Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
  19. With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing
  20. As I perceive she does: there’s something in’t
  21. That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.

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