SCENE V.

OLIVIA'S _Garden_.

_Enter_ SEBASTIAN.

_Seb._ This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? I could not find him at the Elephant; His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune 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, Or else the lady's mad.--But here she comes.

_Enter_ OLIVIA, _and a_ FRIAR.

_Oli._ 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, 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 According to my birth.--What do you say?

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

_Oli._ Then lead the way, good father: [_Exit_ FRIAR. And heavens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [_Exeunt._

ACT THE FIFTH.