Act III, Scene 3

A street.


I would not by my will have troubled you;
But since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.			5

I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you,--though so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,--
But jealousy what might befall your travel,		10
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove		
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.				15

My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,	
And thanks, and ever thanks. Often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,		20
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the relics of this town?

To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging.

I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes			25
With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.		

Would you'd pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count, his galleys,	30
I did some service; of such note, indeed,
That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answered.

Belike you slew great number of his people.

The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel		35
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answered in repaying	
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,		40
I shall pay dear.

Do not then walk too open.	

It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse;
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet		45
Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.

Why I your purse?

Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,		50
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an hour.

To the Elephant.--

I do remember.

Exeunt.						55

Twelfth Night III.ii : Twelfth Night III.iv

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