[237] _adorations, fertile_] _adorations, fertill_ Ff. _adorations, with fertile_ Pope. _adoration's fertile_ Rann. See note (V). [244] _but_] om. Pope. [249] _would you?_] _would you do?_ Rowe. [252] _cantons_] _cantos_ Rowe (ed. 2). _canzons_ Capell. [254] _Halloo_] _Hallow_ F1. _Hollaw_ F2. _Hollow_ F3 F4. _reverberate_] _reverberant_ Theobald. [258, 259] _You ... parentage._] As one line in Capell. [275] _soft, soft!_] _soft;_ Capell. [276] _master were the man_] _man the master were_ Hanmer, who ends lines [275-278] at fast ... _were_ ... _catch_ ... _perfections_. [281] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff. [283] _county's_] Capell. _Countes_ F1. _Counts_ F2 F3 F4. _Duke's_ Rowe. _left_] _left here_ Hanmer. [288] _reasons for't: hie thee_] F1. _reasons for't: hye thee_ F2. _reasons for't by thee_ F3. _reason for't by thee_ F4. _reason for't._ _Hye thee_ Hanmer. [292] _owe_] _know_ Long MS. [293] [Exit] Rowe. Finis, Actus primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2 F3 F4. ACT II. SCENE I. _The sea-coast._ _Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ SEBASTIAN. _Ant._ Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? _Seb._ 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 5 bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. _Ant._ Let me yet know of you whither you are bound. _Seb._ No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch 10 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 15 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. 20 _Ant._ Alas the day! _Seb._ A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a 25 mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. _Ant._ Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. _Seb._ O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 30 _Ant._ If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.