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Cur. The Hart.

Duke. Why so I do, the nobleft 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,
Eer 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 it self, 'till seven Years heat,
Shall not behold her Face at ample View;
But like a Cloystress she will vailed walk,
And water once a Day her Chambers 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.

Duke. O me that hath a Heart of this 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 soveraign Thrones, are all supply'd, and fillid
Her sweet Perfections with one self-fame King:
Away before me, to sweet Beds of Flowers,
Love Thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with Bowers.

[Exeunt, SCENE II. The Street.

Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.
Vio, What Country, Friends, is this?
Cap. This is Illyria, Lady.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
My Brother he is in Elizium.
Perchance he is not drown'd; what think you, Sailors?

Cap. It is perchance that you your self were fav’d.
Vio. O my poor Brother! And so perchance may he be.

Cap. True, Madam; and to comfort you with Chance,
Assure your felf, after our Ship did split,
When you, and those poor Number saved with you,

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Hung on your driving Boat: I saw your Brother,
Most provident in Peril, bind himself,
Courage and Hope both teaching him the Practice,
To a strong Maft that liv'd upon the Sea,
Where like Orion 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?
Cap. A noble Duke in Nature, as in Name.
Vio. What is his Name?
Cap. Orsino.

Vio. Orjino! I have heard my Father Name him. He was a Batchellor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a Month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in Murmur, as you know
What great ones do, the less will prattle of,
That he did seek the Love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's the
Cap. A virtuous Maid, the Daughter of a Count,
That dy'd some twelve Months since, then leaving her
In the Protection of his Son, her Brother,
Who shortly a'lo dy'd; for whose dear Love,
They say, she had abjur'd the Sight
And Company of Men.

Vio. O that I sery'd that Lady,
And might not be deliver'd to the World,

Till I had made mine own Occasion meHow
What my Estate is.

Cap. That were hard to compass, Because she will admit no kind of Suit, No, not the Duke's.

Vio. There is a fair Behavior in thee, Captain ; And tho that Nature, with a beauteous Wall Doth oft close in Pollution ; yet of thee,

I will believe thou haft a Mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward Character,
I prethee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my Aid,
For such 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 sorts of Musick,
That will allow me very worth his Service.
What else may hap, to Time I will commit,
Oniy shape thou thy Silence to my Wit.

Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute I'll be,
When my Tongue blabs, then let mine Eyes not see.
Dio. I thank thee; lead me on.

[Exeunt, SCENE III. Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. What a Plague means my Neece to take the Death of her Brother thus? I am sure Care's an Enemy to Life.

Mar. By my Troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a Nights; your Coufin, my Lady, takes great Exceptions to your ill Hours.

Sir To. Why let her except, before excepted.

Mar, Ay, but you must confine your self within the modest Limits of Order. "

Sir To. Confine? I'll confine my self no finer than I am; these Clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these Boots too; and 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 To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-check.?
Mar. Ay, he. .
Sir To. He's as tall a Man as any's in Illyria.
Mar. What's that to th' Purpose?
Sir To. 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 To. Fie, that you'll say so: He plays o'th' Viol-deGambo, and speaks three or four Languages Word for Word without Book, and hath all the good Gifts of Nature.

- Mar. He hath indeed, almost natural; for befides that he's a Fool, he's a great Quarreller; and but that he hath theGift of a Coward to allay the Guft he hath in Quarrelling, 'tis thought among the Prudent, he would quickly have the Gift of a Grave.

Sir To. By this Hand they are Scoundrels and Substractors that say so of him. Who are they?

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your Company.

Sir To. With drinking Healths to my Neece: I'll drink to her as long as there is a Passage in my T hroat, and Drink in Illyria, He's a Coward and a Coystril that will not drink to my Neece 'till his Brains turn o'th' Toe like a Parish Top. What Wench ? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.

Enter Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belcb! How now, Sir Toby Belch?
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Bless you, fair Shrew.
Mar. And you too, Sir.
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accoft.
Sir And. What's that ?
Sir To. My Neece's Chamber-maid.

Sir And. Good Mistress Accoft, I defire better Acquaintance.

Mar. My Name is Mary, Sir.
Sir And. Good Mistress Mary accoft.

Sir To. You mistake, Knight: Accost is, front her, board her, woe her, affail her.

Sir And. By my Troth, I would not undertake her in this Company. Is that the Meaning of Accost?

Mar. Fare you well, Gentlemen.

Sir To. And thou let her part so, Sir Andrew, would thou migh'st never draw Sword again.,

Sir And. And you part fo, Mistress, I would I might never draw Sword again. Fair Lady, do you think you have Fools in Hand?


Mar. Sir, I have not you by th' Hand.
Sir And. Marry but you shall have, and here's my Hand.

Mar. Now, Sir, Thought is free: I pray you bring your Hand to th' Buttery Bar, and let it drink.

Sir And. Wherefore, sweet Heart ? What's your Metaphor?

Mar. It's dry, Sirs

Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an Als, but I can keep my Hand dry. But what's your Jest?

Mar. A dry Jest, Sir.
Sir And. Are you full of them?

Mar. Ay, Sir, I have them at my Finger Ends: Marry, Dow I let go your Hand, I am barren. [Exit Maria.

Sir To. O Knight, thou lack'st a Cup of Canary: When did I see thee fo put down? I

Sir And. Never in your Life, I think, unless you see Canary put down : Methinks, sometimes I have no more Wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Man has; but I am a great Eater of Beef, and I believe that do's harm to my Wit.

Sir To. No Question.

Sir And. And I thought that I'd forswear it. I'll ride home, to Morrow, Sir Toby.

SirTo. Pur-quoy, my dear Knight?

Sir And. What is pur-quoy? Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the Tongues, that I have in Fencing, Daneing, and Bear-baiting : 0 had I but follow'd the Arts.

Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent Head of Hair. Sir And. Why, would that have mended my Hair?

Sir To. Past Question, for thou seest it will not cool my Nature.

Sir And, But it becomes me well enough, does't not?

Sir To. Excellent, it hangs like Flax on a Distaff; and I hope to see a Housewife take thee between her Legs, and fpin it off.

Sir And. Faith I'll home to Morrow, Sir Toby, your Neece will not be seen, or if the be, it's four to one she'll none of me: The Duke himself here hard by, wooes her.

Sir To. She'll none o’th’Duke, he'll not match above her Degree, neither in Estate, Years, nor Wit; I have heard jer swear. Tur, there's Life in't Man.

Sir Ando

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