TWELFTH-NIGHT, or, WHAT YOU WILL. 'ACT I. SCENEI. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Duk. If musick be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, furfeiting, The appetite may ficken, and fo dye. Stealing, and giving odour. - Enough; no more; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou; Of what validity and pitch foever, But falls into abatement and low price, $ fweet found CUR. Will you go hunt, my lord? Duk. What, Curio? CUR. The hart. Duk. Why, fo I do, the noblest that I have : And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, 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, fhe will veiled walk, And water once a day her chamber's round With eye-offending brine: all this, to feason A brother's dead love, which fhe would keep fresh, And lasting, in her fad remembrance. Duk. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, Το pay this debt of love but to a brother, Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, SCENE II. The Sea-coaft. Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors. V10. What country, friends, is this? Cap. This is Illyria, lady. Vio. And what fhould I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elyzium. Perchance, he is not drown'd:_What think you, failors? When you, and this poor number fav'd with you, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves, V10. For faying fo, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy fpeech ferves for authority, The like of him. Know'st thou this country? V10. Who governs here? Cap. A noble duke in nature, As in his name. V10. What is his name? Cap. Orfino. Vio. Orfine! I have heard my father name him: very late: He was a batchelor then. Cap. And fo is now, or was fo For but a month ago I went from hence; And then 'twas fresh in murmur, (as, you know, What great ones do, the lefs will prattle of) V10. What's the ? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That dy'd fome twelve-month fince; then leaving her In the protection of his fon, her brother, Who fhortly alfo dy'd : for whose dear love, They fay, the hath abjur'd the company, And fight, of men. V10. o, that I fserv'd that lady; And might not be deliver'd to the world, Cap. That were hard to compafs; Because fhe will admit no kind of fuit, No, not the duke's. V10. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain, I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: 8 fight | And company When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not fee! [Exeunt. SCENE 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 fure, 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 ill hours. to your 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 fo be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own ftraps. 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. 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 fay fo! he plays o'the violde-gambo, and fpeaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts |