WELFTH NIGHT. ACT I. SCENE I-The Sea-coast. IOLA, ROBERTO, and two Suilors, L. U. E., carrying a What country, friends, is this? And what should I do in Illyria ? ther he is in Elysium. ice, he is not drowned :—what think you, sailors? It is perchance that you yourself were saved. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be. True, madam and, to comfort you with chance, yourself, after our ship did split, you, and that poor number saved with you, ge and hope both teaching him the practice, 7. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, like of him. Know'st thou this conntry? ob. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born three hours' travel from this very place. io. Who governs here? Rob. A noble duke, in nature, in his name. io. What is his name? Rob. Orsino. Vio. Orsino!-I have heard my father name him : He was a bachelor then. Rob. And so is now, Or was so very late for but a month Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Vio. Rob. What is she? A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Who shortly also died for whose dear love, Vio. Oh, that I served that lady ? What my estate is ! Rob. That were hard to compass; Vio. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain, Rob. Be yon his page, and I your mute will be ; E И. A Room in the Duke Orsino's Palace. c seated, attended by CURIO and Gentlemen, disa rered.-Music. If music be the food of love, play on, excess of it; that, surfeiting, e. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: en mine eyes did see Olivia first, ught she purged the air of pestilence; ustant was I turned into a hart; y desires, like fell and cruel hounds, ince pursue me. Enter VALENTINE, L. now? what news from my Olivia?-speak I not behold her face at ample view; Duke. Oh, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, ow will she love, when the rich golden shaft ath killed the flock of all affections else at live in her! way before me to sweet beds of flowers; ove-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. [Exeunt, R. SCENE III-A Room in Olivia's House. Enter MARIA and SIR TOBEY BELCH, R. 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 my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'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 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 have brought in 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-degambo, and hath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed, all most natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust 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 add, moreover, that he's drunk nightly in your company. Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece! I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria he's a coward and a coystril, that will not drink till his brains turn o'the toe like a parish top!omes Sir Andrew Ague-face. Crosses to c (Without.) Sir Toby Belch! how now! Sir ! Sweet Sir Andrew ! Enter SIR ANDREW, L. Bless you, fair shrew. And you, too, sir. Accost, Sir, Andrew, accost! My niece's chambermaid. (Crosses to c.) Good Mistress Accost, I desire quaintance. 0. My name is Mary, sir. Good Mistress Mary Accost You mistake, knight; accost is, front her, board her, assail her. n. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this -. Is that the meaning of accost? Fare you well, gentlemen. {Crosses to L. To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'twould thou never draw sword again. An. An you part so, mistress, I would I might new sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have hand! Sir I have not you by the hand. An. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my (Takes his hand.) Now, sir, thought is free: I you bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it . An. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your meta r. It's dry, sir. An. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, but I eep my hand dry. But what's your jest? ar. A dry jest, sir. An. Are you full of them? ar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends; marLets go his hand,) now I let go your hand, I am bar[Exit, L. |