<-- back to Scene Five SCENE 6 The street. The thought plickens.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian. Sebastian is dressed in the same sort of attire Viola seized from the trunk with his name on it. Since Viola has the trunk with his clothes, he should be (1) barefoot and (2) in the same garments for the next few scenes.
ANTONIO Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?
SEBASTIAN 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 yet know of you whither you are bound.
SEBASTIAN You must know of me then, Antonio,Emphasis on "of." You'd kind of been enjoying the camaraderie of someone being nice to you because you were a person, and not because you were rich and famous. The mantle of anonymity gets to go away now, and it kind of sucks.
my name is Sebastian. My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of.
I'm a Kennedy. Yes, those Kennedys.
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.
ANTONIO Alas the day!
SEBASTIAN A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful:Yeah, I know. Not bloody likely. Bear with me, here. [Pulling out his {PROP: hinged locket} locket with their pictures to show Antonio.]
but, though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair.
Take this slow; it's easy to overdo this kind of grief, but it should still be able to resonate for the audience. She's gone, and you don't ever get to hear her laugh again. Dear God.
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
ANTONIO Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.An embrace here: nothing especially homoerotic, just two people sharing a moment of deep grief.
SEBASTIAN O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
ANTONIO If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
SEBASTIAN If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit into audience.]
ANTONIO The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, else would I very shortly see thee there. But, come what may, I do adore thee so, that danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit into audience.]
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