Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN
Will you stay no longer, nor will you not that I go with you?
By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me. The
malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours.
Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my
evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay
any of them on you.
Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
No, sooth, sir. My determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of
modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing
to keep in. Therefore it charges me in manners the rather to
express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my
name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father was
that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard
of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an
hour. If the heavens had been pleased, would we had so
ended! But you, sir, altered that, for some hour before you
took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned.