Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
Ant. [Orsino, noble sir],
Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most [ingrateful] boy there by your side,
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a [wreck] past hope he was: