TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I. An apartment in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; musicians attending. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on, F Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, falt The appetite may sicken, and so die.- O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Receiveth as the sea, uought enters there, • Value. But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Duke. Cur. What, Curio? The hart. 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; fe shor 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. Soplease my lord, I might not be admitted, A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, Zared. L. Ed Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, Το 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, Fantastical to the height. Labin [Exeunt. SCENE II. The sea-coast. Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you, 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, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Whereto thy speech serves for authority, The like of him. Know'st thou this country? Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: And so is now, Or was so very late; for but a month Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Vio. What's she? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Vio. O, that I served that lady; And might not be delivered to the world, wel Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, rest What my estate is. Cap. That were hard to compass; No, not the duke's. Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall 21 With this thy fair and outward character. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, • Approve. lian ༦ན Scene III. WHAT YOU WILL. 251 Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A room in Olivia's house. Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria. Sir To. 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 troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights; your cousin, 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 modest limits of order. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am these clothes 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 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. 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'the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages * Stout. |