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Fmusick be the food of love, play on ;

Give me excess of it; that, forfeiting,

The appetite may ficken, and so die. That ftrain again ;-it had a dying fall: 0, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough no more; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before, O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch foe'er, But falls into abatement and low price,


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Even in a minute; (1) so full of shapes in fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ?
Duke. What, Curio ?
Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have :
0, when my eyes did fee Olivia first,
Methought, the purg'd the air of peftilence;
That instant was I turn'd into a hart.
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er fince 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 itself, 'till seven years hence, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloystress, 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 he would keep fresh And lafting in her sad remembrance.

Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,

so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is bigb fantastical.] Shakespeare has made his Poo lonius (a character, which he design'd should be receiv'd with laugh. ter) say,

-for to define true madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad, But ibere is no parity of reason why his Duke herc, who is altogether Serious, aná moralizing on the qualities of love, should tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical thing imaginable. I am persuaded, the alteration of is into in has giv'n us the Poet's genuine meaning ; that love is most fantastical, in being so variable in its fancies. And Sbakespeare every where supposes this to be the distinguishing characteristic of this passion. In his As You like it, where what it is to be io luve is defin'd, amongst other marks we have this;

It is to be all made of fantasy.
And in the same play, Rosalind, speaking of her lover, fays;

-- If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some good counlu), for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him. And a hundred other passages might be quoted, did the matter re. quire any proof,

Mr. Warburton.


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 fov'reign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd,
Her sweet perfections, with one self-fame King !
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

[Exeunt. • SCENE, the Street.

Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors. Vio.

HAT country, friends, is this?

Cap. Illyria, Lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium. 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! so, perchance, may he be,

Cap. True, Madam: and to comfort you with chance, Affure yourself, after our ship did fplit, When you, and that


number fav’d 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 maft, that liv'd upon the sea ;
Where like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the wavesy,
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 hiny. Know't 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. Orhino.

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Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him :
He was a bachelor 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 hes
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also dy'd; for whose dear love,
They say, the hath abjur’d the fight
And company

of men. Vio. O, that I ferv'd that Lady, And might not be deliver'd to the world,' 'Till I had made mine own occasion mellow What


eftate is!
Cap. That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of fuit,
No, not the Duke's.

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 hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character :
I prythee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my

For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. l'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;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

you eunuch, and your mute I'll be': When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. Vic. I thank thee ; lead me on.

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SCENE, an Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. HAT a plague means my niece, to take

the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's an enemy to lise.

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 ; 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 straps.

Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you ; I heard my Lady talk of it yesterday, and of 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.
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 due cats : he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir To. Fy, that you'll fay fo! he plays o’th? viol. de-gambo, and speaks three or fur 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 the gift of a coward to allay the guit 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 subtractors that say so of him. Who are they?

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