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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,
Even in a minute; (1) so full of shapes in fancy,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have :
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.
-- 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,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
[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,
Vio. For saying so, there's gold.
Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and born,
Vio. Who governs here?
Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him :
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late ;
Vio. What's the?
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
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;
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.
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, 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?