Twelfth Night, Act III · Scene IIIA street in Illyria.

Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO

SEBASTIAN1

I would not by my will have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.

ANTONIO2

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.

SEBASTIAN3

My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks; and ever [ ] oft good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, You should find better dealing. What's to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

ANTONIO4

To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging.

SEBASTIAN5

I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renown this city.

ANTONIO6

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 answer'd.

SEBASTIAN7

Belike you slew great number of his people.

ANTONIO8

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 answer'd 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.

SEBASTIAN9

Do not then walk too open.

ANTONIO10

It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse. In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.

SEBASTIAN11

Why I your purse?

ANTONIO12

Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

SEBASTIAN13

I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you For an hour.

ANTONIO14

To the Elephant.

SEBASTIAN15

I do remember.

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Twelfth Night, Act III, Scene III
Twelfth Night / Act III, Scene III
Act III · Scene IIIA street in Illyria.
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