Page 611 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad, [15]

Or else the lady’s mad; yet if ’twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing

As I perceive she does. There’s something in’t [20]
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.

Enter Olivia and Priest.

OLIVIA
Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me, and with this holy man,

Into the chantry by: there before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof, [25]
Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul

May live at peace. He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep [30]
According to my birth. What do you say?

SEBASTIAN

I’ll follow this good man, and go with you,
And having sworn truth, ever will be true.

OLIVIA
Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [35]
Exeunt.