Sebastian’s Soliloquy

My sister is the one who knows what to do What would she choose in my untied shoes? Play along, or try and suss out what went wrong The lady thinks I'm someone else But she makes me feel more like myself, so I'm not sure Who am I, besides how I look to her? Oh, oh, Olivia Blame not this haste of mine If you mean well Now here before this holy woman Plight me the full assurance of your faith That my most jealous and too doubtful soul may live at peace! What do you say? I'll follow this good lady And go with you And, having sworn truth, ever will be true By the power vested in me by the state of Illyria I now pronounce you, Cesario and Olivia, husband and wife You may kiss the groom We are now beloved!