floating on the mast to which he had
fastened himself in the storm. Antonio conceived such a friendship for
Sebastian, that he resolved to accompany him whithersoever he went; and
when the youth expressed a curiosity to visit Orsino's court, Antonio,
rather than part from him, came to Illyria, though he knew, if his
person should be known there, his life would be in danger, because in a
sea-fight he had once dangerously wounded the Duke Orsino's nephew. This
was the offence for which he was now made a prisoner.

Antonio and Sebastian had landed together but a few hours before Antonio
met Viola. He had given his purse to Sebastian, desiring him to use it
freely if he saw anything he wished to purchase, telling him he would
wait at the inn, while Sebastian went to view the town; but Sebastian
not returning at the time appointed, Antonio had ventured out to look
for him, and Viola being dressed the same, and in face so exactly
resembling her brother, Antonio drew his sword (as he thought) in
defence of the youth he had saved, and when Sebastian (as he supposed)
disowned him, and denied him his own purse, no wonder he accused him of
ingratitude.

Viola, when Antonio was gone, fearing a second invitation to fight,
slunk home as fast as she could. She had not been long gone, when her
adversary thought he saw her return; but it was her brother Sebastian,
who happened to arrive at this place, and he said, "Now, sir, have I met
with you again? There's for you;" and struck him a blow. Sebastian was
no coward; he returned the blow with interest, and drew his sword.

A lady now put a stop to this duel, for Olivia came out of the house,
and she too mistaking Sebastian for Cesario, invited him to come into
her house, expressing much sorrow at the rude attack he had met with.
Though Sebastian was as much surprised at the courtesy of this lady as
at the rudeness of his unknown foe, yet he went very willingly into the
house, and Olivia was delighted to find Cesario (as she thought him)
become more sensible of her attentions; for though their features were
exactly the same, there was none of the contempt and anger to be seen in
his face, which she had complained of when she told her love to Cesario.

Sebastian did not at all object to the fondness the lady lavished on
him. He seemed to take it in very good part, yet he wondered how it had
come to pass, and he was rather inclined to think Olivia was not in her
right senses; but percei