Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Ant. Will you stay no [longer]? nor will you not that
I go with you?
Seb. 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.
Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb. No, [sooth], sir: my determinate voyage is mere