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    ANTONIO: Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that I go with you?

    SEBASTIAN: 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.

                 -William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night