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ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia.
A Sea-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, belov'd by
Viola, in love with the Duke.
Maria, Olivia's Woman.
Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, a City on the Coast of Illyria.
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE, The PALACE.
Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.
F mufick be the food of love, play on;
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour. Enough! --no more;
'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before.
O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there,
Even in a minute; (1) fo full of shapes in fancy,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ?
Cur. The hart.
Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have:
And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er fince purfue me. How now, what news from her ?
Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
Duke. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, Το pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will fhe love, when the rich golden fhaft
That live in her? when liver, brain, and heart,
fo full of Shapes is Fancy,
(1) That it alone is high fantastical.] There can be no Reason why the Duke here, who is altogether ferious, and moralizing on the Qualities of Love, should tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical Thing imaginable. I am perfuaded, 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 Mr. Warburton.
SCENE, The Street.
Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.
country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, Lady.
Vio. And what fhould I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elyftum.
Perchance, he is not drown'd; what think you, failors?
When you, and that poor number fav'd with you,
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
Vio. For faying fo, there's gold.
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
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. Orfino! I have heard my father name him: He was a batchelor then.
Cap. And fo is now, or was fo
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in murmur (as you know,
Vio. What's fhe?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count,
That dy'd fome twelve months fince, then leaving her
Vio. O, that I ferv'd that lady,
And might not be deliver'd to the world,
Cap. That were hard to compafs;
Because fhe will admit no kind of fuit,
No, not the Duke's.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain;
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
SCENE, an Apartment in Olivia's House.
Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.
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 a-nights; your neice, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.