William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, the famous gender-bending comedy, tells the story of Viola, a young woman who loses her brother at sea.
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Act II. Scene I.

Act II. Scene I.—The Sea-coast.

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 extravagancy. But I perceive in you so
excellent a touch of modesty that you will not
extort from me what I am willing to keep in;
therefore, it charges me in manners the rather
to express myself. You must know of me then,
Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called
Roderigo. My father was that Sebastian of
Messaline, whom I know you have heard of. He
left behind him myself and a sister, both born in
an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, would
we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for
some hour before you took me from the breach
of the sea was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas the day!
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much
resembled me, was yet of many accounted beau-
tiful: but, though I could not with such estim-
able wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I
will boldly publish her: she bore a mind that
envy could not but call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to
drown her remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb. O good Antonio! forgive me your trou-
ble!
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: fare-
well. [Exit.
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with
thee!
I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there;
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
[Exit.
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