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!