OLIVIA.
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?
SEBASTIAN.
I 'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
OLIVIA.
Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine
That they may fairly note this act of mine!
[Exeunt.]
