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TWELFTH-NIGHT, or, WHAT YOU WILL. .

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ACT 1.
SCENEI. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Duke, CURIO, and Others;

Musick attending

Dyk. If musick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, forfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo dye.
That train again; it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet fouth,
That breaths upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour. -Enough; no more ;

(Musick ceases.
'Tis not fo sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ;
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch foever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

$ sweet found

Cur. Will you go

hunt, my

lord ? Duk. What, Curio? Cur. The hart.

Duk. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have : 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, (Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence) That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her?

Enter VALENTINE.
VAL. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her hand-maid do return this answer :
The element itself, 'till feven years

hence,
Shall not behold her face at ample view ;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber's round
With eye-offending brine : all this, to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh,
And lasting, in her fad remembrance.

Duk. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay

this debt of love but to a brother, How will the love, when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These fovereign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfection) with one self-fame king! Away before me to sweet beds of Aowers ; Love-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

SCENE II. The Sea-coaft.

Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors. V10. What country, friends, is this?

13 yeares heate, 26 perfections

Cap. This is Illyria, lady.

V10. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elyzium. Perchance, he is not drown'd:_What think you, sailors?

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were sav’d. (be. Vio. O my poor brother!_and fo, perchance, may he

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Affure yourself, after our ship did split,
When
you, and this poor number fav’d with

you,
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
To a strong mait, that liv'd upon the sea ;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.

V10. For saying so, there's † gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours travel from this very place.

V10. Who governs here?

Cap. A noble duke in nature,
As in his name.

V10. What is his name?
Cap. Orfino.

Dio. Orfino ! I have heard my father name him :
He was a batchelor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late:
For but a month ago I went from hence ;
And then 'twas freih in murmur, (as, you know,

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What great ones do, the less will prattle of)
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

V10. What's the ?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That dy'd some twelve-month fince; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who hortly also dy'd : for whose dear love,
They fay, she hath abjur'd the company,
And sight, of men.

V10. o, that I serv'd that lady ;
And might not be deliver'd to the world,
'Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is !

» Cap. That were hard to compass ; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's.

V10. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;
And, though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am ; and be

my

aid
For fuch disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent: I'll serve this duke,
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
It may be worth thy pains; for I can fing,
And speak to him in many forts of musick,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be :

8 sight | And company

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see !
V10. I thank thee : Lead me on.

[Exeunt.

SC NE III. A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir TOBY, and MARIA. Sir T. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's an enemy to life.

Mar. By my troth, fir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.

Sir T. Why, let her except, before excepted.

MAR. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order.

Sir T. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am : these cloaths are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.

MAR. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her

wooer.

Sir T. Who? fir Andrew Ague-cheek?
MAR. Ay, he.
Sir T. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
Mar. What's that to the purpose ?
Sir T. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.

MAR. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir T. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'the violde-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts

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