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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. ANTONIO. Let me know of you whither you are bound.
If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
I could not stay behind you: my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you,—though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,— But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable. My willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit.
Would you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets: Once in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count, his galleys, I did some service; of such note, indeed, That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answered.
The offence is not of such a bloody nature; Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument. It might have since been answered in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out; For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear.
SEBASTIAN. Why I your purse? ANTONIO. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Put up your sword:—if this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; If you offend him, I for him defy you.
One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.— Take him away; he knows I know him well.
Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.
I snatched one half out of the jaws of death, Relieved him with such sanctity of love,— And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
That face of his I do remember well: Yet when I saw it last it was besmeared As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet That very envy and the tongue of los Cried fame and honour on him.—What's
Orsino, this is that Antonio That took the Phoenix and her fraught
from Candy: And this is he that did the Tiger board When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,...
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Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: That most ingrateful boy there, by your side From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was: His life I gave him, and did thereto add My love, without retention or restraint, All his in dedication: for his sake, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Into the danger of this adverse town;
Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me Since I have lost thee.
