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Orsino, Duke of Illyria.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other
SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it
SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE, CUR10, Lords; Musicians attending.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
- The hart.
2 Fantastical to the height,
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, 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
Enter VALENTINE. Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself, till seven years heat, 3 Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, And water once a day her chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this, to season A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she 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 sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill’d, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.
hese sovereiserfections,) Wieds of flower with bowers
The Sea Coast.
sailors? Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may
he be. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with
chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved 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 mast, that lived 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. Vio
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.
Vio. Who governs here?
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name?
And so is now,
O, that I served that lady:
That were hard to compass;
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits · With this thy fair and outward character.