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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