Imatges de pÓgina



ORSINO, duke of Illyria.

SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola,
ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.

A SEA CAPTAIN, friend to Viola.

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Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, ard other


SCENE, a city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it.





An apartment in the Duke's palace.

Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending.
Duke. If music 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.

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing, and giving odor.-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, naught enters there,
Of what validity 1 and pitch soe'er,

1 Value.

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.1

Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?



What, Curio?

The hart.

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have. O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purged 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?


Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years heat, 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 lasting in her sad remembrance.

Duke. O, she, 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

1 Fantastical to the height.

• Heated.

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd (Her sweet perfections) with one self king!— Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. [Exeunt.


The sea-coast.

Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.

Vio. What country, friends, is this?


This is 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, sailors ?

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were


Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may

he be.

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

When you, and that poor number saved 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 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 see.


For saying so, there's gold:

Mine 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


Not three hours travel from this very place.

Vio. Who governs here?

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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 fresh 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 she?

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother,

Who shortly also died; for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjured the company
And sight of men.


O, that I served that lady;

And might not be deliver'd to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

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