Question

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which set of lines spoken by sebastian in act v, scene 1, of twelfth night implies that olivia is not attracted to him simply because she is crazy?
sebastian: this is the air, that is the glorious sun,
this pearl she gave me, i do feelt and seet;
and though tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
yet tis not madness. wheres antonio, then?
i could not find him at the elephant.
yet there he was; and there i found this credit,
that he did range the town to seek me out.
his counsel now might do me golden service;
for though my soul disputes well with my sense,
that this may be some error, but no madness,
yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
so far exceed all instance, all discourse,
that i am ready to distrust mine eyes
and wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
to any other trust but that i am mad,
or else the ladys mad; yet if twere so,
she could not sway her house, command her followers,
take and give back affairs and their dispatch
with such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
as i perceive she does. theres something int
that is deceivable. but here comes the lady

Explanation:

The lines are from a literary work (Twelfth Night), and the task is to identify the set of lines spoken by Sebastian that implies Olivia is not attracted to him simply because she is crazy. This falls under the Arts discipline, specifically Literature sub - field. We need to analyze the text for Sebastian's statements that show he has rational thoughts about Olivia's actions (not just attributing it to madness).

Answer:

SEBASTIAN: This is the air, that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet if twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.