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Dramatis Personz.

E, } Gentlemen, attending on the Duke.

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea-captain, friend to Sebastian.
Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia.
Sir ANDREW AGUE CHEEK, a foolish knight, pre-

tending'te Olivia.
A Sea-captain, friend to Viola.
FABIAN, servant to Olivia.
MALVOL10, a fantastical steward to Olivia.
Clown, servant to Olivia.

OLIVIA, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, beloved

by the Duke. VIOLA, in love with the Duke. MARIA, Olivia's woman..

Priet, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, A City on the coast of Illyria.

The Persons of the Drama were first enumerated, with

all the cast of the modern stage, by Mr Rowe.

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Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.

F mufic be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may,

sicken, and so die.
That strain 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 spirit 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; 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. O, when my eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence : 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. 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 she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.

Duke. O, the, 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 else That live in her? when liver, brain, and heart, Three sov'reign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fillid, Her sweet perfections, with one self-same king! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts ly rich, when canopy'd with bowers..


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Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. 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,

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

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor number sav'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 mast that liv'd upon the sea ;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.

Vio. For saying so, there's gold.
Mife own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves 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. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a batchelor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas frelli in murinur (as you know
What great ones do, the less will pratile 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
In the protection of his son, her brother, [her
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 serv'd that lady,
And might not be deliver'd to the world,
'Till I had made mine own occasion inellow
What my estate is!

Cap. That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
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 pr’ythee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, Mall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke;
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
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.

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. S CE N E III. An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby, 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 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 modest limits of order.

Sir To. Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer than I am; these cloaths 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 quatfing 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.
Mar. What's that to th’ purpose ?
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year,

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