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SEBASTIAN
I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety. [205]
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
DUKE
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons! [210]
A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
SEBASTIAN
Antonio! O my dear Antonio,
How have the hours rack’d and tortur’d me,
Since I have lost thee!
ANTONIO
Sebastian are you?
SEBASTIAN
Fear’st thou that, Antonio? [215]
ANTONIO
How have you made division of yourself?
An apple cleft in two is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
OLIVIA
Most wonderful!
SEBASTIAN
Do I stand there? I never had a brother; [220]
Nor can there be that deity in my nature
Of here and everywhere. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour’d:
