TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACT I. SCENE I.

The Duke's Palace.

Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.

Duke. If mufick be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, furfeiting,

The appetite may ficken, and fo die.

That strain again;-it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth,
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 fea, nought enters there

a O fpirit of love,]-Affection, inclination.

Of

Of what validity and pitch foever,

But falls into abatement and low price,

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Even in a minute! fo full of fhapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.

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Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. What, Curio?

Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, fo I do, the noblest that I have: O, when my eyes did fee Olivia first,

Methought, fhe purg'd the air of peftilence;

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That inftant was I turn'd into a hart;

And my defires, 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 cloistress, 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 she would keep fresh,
And lafting, in her fad remembrance.

Duke. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To 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 elfe

"Whofe high respect, and rich validity
"Did lack a parallel."

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A& V, Sc. 3.

fancy,]-love.

d high-fantaftical.]-to the height, in the extreme.

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Dia

a bart ;]-alluding to the ftory of Acteon and Diana.

That

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These fovereign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd,
(Her sweet perfections) & with one felf-fame king!-
Away before me to fweet beds of flowers;

Love thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.

Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. This is Illyria, lady.

Vio. And what shall I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elyfium.

[Exeunt.

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! and so, perchance, may he be.
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Affure yourself, after our ship did split,

When you, and that poor number fav'd with you,
Hung on our driving boat, I faw your brother,
Moft provident in peril, bind himself

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(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
To a strong maft, that liv'd upon the fea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee.

Vio. For faying fo, there's gold:

' liver, brain, and heart,]-the feats of her paffions, judgment, and fentiments.

with one felf-fame king !]-when all her faculties are under the control of love. liv'd]-fwam, floated.

Mine own escape 'unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech ferves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st 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. 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:

For but a month ago I went from hence;

And then 'twas fresh in murmur, (as, you know,

What great ones do, the lefs will prattle of)
That he did feek the love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's fhe?

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That dy'd fome twelve-month fince; then leaving her In the protection of his fon, her brother,

Who fhortly alfo dy'd: for whofe dear love,

They say, the hath abjur'd the fight

And company of men.

Vio. O, that I ferv'd that lady;

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And might not be deliver'd to the world,

'Till I had made mine own occafion mellow, What my eftate is!

Cap. That were hard to compass;

Because fhe will admit no kind of fuit,

No, not the duke's.

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;

i unfoldeth to my hope,]-encourages me to hope.

deliver'd to the world, till I had made mine own occafion mellow,}— difcovered, divulged, till my design was ripened.

And

And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that fuits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For fuch disguise as, haply, fhall become
The form of my intent. I'll ferve this duke;
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
be worth thy pains; for I can fing,
And speak to him in many forts of mufick,
That will allow me very worth his fervice.
What elfe may hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy filence to my wit.

It

may

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.

SCENE III.

Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

[Exeunt.

Sir To. What a plague means my neice, 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 o'nights; your coufin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.

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Sir To. Why, let her except, as before excepted.