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Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye
well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet
so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion
more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound
to the [Count] Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit.