Fate, show thy force, ourselves we do not owe.
What is decreed must be; and be this so! [Exit.]
A II
S I
T -
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
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 know of you whither you are bound.
SEBASTIAN.
No, sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I
