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ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
Antonio, a Sca-captain, Friend to Sebastian,
} Gentlemen, attending on the Duke.
Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foclish Knight, pretending to Olivia
A Sen-captain, Friend to Viola.
Fabian, Servant to Olivia.
Malvolio, 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.
Priests, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, a City on the coast of Illyria,
F music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo dic.
That strain again;-it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the lueer Suth,
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) fo full of thapes in fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.
so full of Mapes is fancy, That it alone is high fant istical. Shakespeare has made his Polonius (a character which he designed should be received with laughter) say,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord?
Duke. What, Curio?
Gur. The hart.-
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when my eyes did see Olivia firit,
Methought the purged the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turned into a hart,
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E’er since pursue me. How now,whatnews from her?
Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, 'till seven years hence,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloyitress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
-for to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?
But there is no parity of reason why his Duke here, who is
altogether feribus, and moralizing on the qualities of love,
fhould tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical thing
imaginable. I am persuaded the alteration of is into in,
has given us the Poet's genuine meaning; that love is most-
fantastical, in being so variable in its fancies. And Shake-
speare every where supposes this to be the distinguishing
characteristic of this passion. In his As You like it, where
what it is to be in love is defined, amongst other marks we
It is to be all made of fantafv. And in the same play, Rosalind, speaking of her lover, says;
-If I could meet that fancy.monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him And a hundred other passages might be quoted, did the matter require any proof.
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting in her fad remembrance,
Duke. O, the that hath a heart of that fine frame, To рау
this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections elfe That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all fupplied, and filled, Her sweet perfections, with one felf-fame King ! Away before me to fweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts ly rich, when canopyed with bowers.
SCENE, the Street.
Enter vioLA, a Captain and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. Illyria, Lady
Vig. And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elyfium. -** failors
Perchance he is not drowned; what think you,
Cap. It is perchance that you yourtelf were faved. Vio. O my poor brother! fo, perchance, may
he be. Cap. True, Madam: and to comfort you with
chance, Afsure yourself, after our ship did fplit, When you, and that poor number faved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himfelf (Courage and Hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong maft, that lived upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, So long as I could fee.
Vio. For saying so, there's gold.
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, .
Wliereto thy speech ferves for authority,
The like of him. Knowest thou this country?
Gap. 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.
Vi What is his name?
Vio. Orsino ! 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 freih 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 died some twelve months since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who thortly also died; for whose dear love,
They say, the hath abjured the fight
And company of men.
Vio. O, that I served that Lady,
And might not be delivered to the world,
'Till I had made mine own occasion mellow
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 though 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,