Dramatis Perfonæ. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola. VALENTINE, CURIO, Gentlemen, attending on the Duke. Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia. Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK, a foolish knight, pretending to Olivia. A Sea-captain, friend to Viola. FABIAN, fervant to Olivia. MALVOLIO, a fantastical steward to Olivia. Clown, fervant to Olivia. OLIVIA, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, beloved by the Duke. VIOLA, in love with the Duke. MARIA, Olivia's woman. Prief, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE, A City on the Coaft of Illyria. The Perfons of the Drama were first enumerated, with all the cant of the modern stage, by Mr Rowe. TWELFTH-NIGHT: O R, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I. I The Palace. Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords. Duke. F mufic be the food of love, play on; That ftrain again;-it had a dying fall: O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute; fo full of fhapes in fancy, That it alone is high fantastical. Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord? Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have. O, when my eyes did fee Olivia first, Methought the purg'd the air of peftilence : And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds, Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted; Duke. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, That live in her? when liver, brain, and heart, Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Vio. And what fhould I do in Illyria? Perchance he is not drown'd; what think you, failors? Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were fav'd. Vio. O my poor brother! fo, perchance, may he be. Cap. True, Madam: and to comfort you with chance, Affure yourself, after our fhip did split, When you, and that poor number fav'd with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Moft provident in peril, bind himfelf (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Vio. For faying fo, there's gold. Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope, Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name. Cap. Orfino. Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him: He was a batchelor then. Cap. And fo is now, or was fo very late; Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count That dy'd fome twelve months fince, then leaving In the protection of his fon, her brother, Who fhortly alfo dy'd; for whose dear love, And company of men. Vio. O, that I ferv'd that lady, And might not be deliver'd to the world, What my estate is! Cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of fuit, No, not the Duke's. [her Vio. There is a fair behaviour 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 fuits With this thy fair and outward character: I pr'ythee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: An Apartment in Olivia's House. Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. 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, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a-nights; your niece, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. Sir To. Why, let her except, before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am; thefe 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 To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year, |