** TWELFTH-NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. I ACT I. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords. DUKE. F mufick be the food of love, play on, O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: fo full of fhapes is fancy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? VOL. II. Hhh Cur. Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have: O, when mine eyes did fee Olivia first, Methought, fhe purg'd the air of peftilence; 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? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Duke. Ŏ, fhe that hath a heart of that fine frame, That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, [Exeunt. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?. My brother he is in Elyfuum. Perchance, he is not drown'd: what think you, failors? Vio. O my poor brother! fo, perchance, may he be. When you, and that poor number fav'd with you, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Vio. There's gold for faying fo. Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope, The like of him. And knowest thou this country ? Vio. Who governs here? Cap. A noble duke in nature, As in his name. Vio. What is his name? Cap. Orfino. Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then. Cap. And so is now, or was fo very late; And then 'twas fresh in murmur (as, you know, 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 months fince, then leaving her In the protection of his fon, her brother, Who fhortly alfo dy'd: for whofe dear love, Vio. O, that I ferv'd that lady, And't might not be deliver'd to the world, Cap. That were hard to compass, Because she will admit no kind of fuit, No, not the duke's. Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; I will believe, thou haft a mind that suits Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: [Exeunt. SCENE Sir To. W enemy to life. SCENE III. Olivia's house. Enter fir Toby, and Maria. HAT a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am fure, care's an Mar. By my troth, fir Toby, you must come in earlier o'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 modeft limits of order. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am; these cloths are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; if they be not, let them hang themselves in their own ftraps. Mar. That quaffing 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, fir Andrew Ague-cheek? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any in Illyria. Mar. What's that to th' purpose? Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats: he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Sir To. Fie, that you'll fay fo! he plays o'th' viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed, almoft natural; for, befides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreler; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the guft he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir |