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TWELFTH-NIGHT:

O R,

What you will.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.

SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a Sea-captain, Friend to Sebastian.

VALENTINE,

CURIO,

Gentlemen attending on the Duke.

Sir TOBY BELCH, Uncle to Olivia.

Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, a foolish Knight, pretenda ing 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

the Duke.

VIOLA, in love with the Duke.

MARIA, Olivia's Woman.

Priefts, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, a City on the Coaft of Illyria,

TWELFTH

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

O R,

WHAT YOU WILL.

Duke.

SCENE I.

ACT I.

The Palace.

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Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.
F mufick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excefs of it; that furfeiting
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That ftrain again, it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth

That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour. Huh! no more;
"Tis not fo fweet now as it was before.

O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there
Of what validity and pitch foe'er,

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute; fo full of fhapes is fancy,
And thou all o'er art high fantastical.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord?

Duke, What, Curia?

Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have:

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O, when mine eyes did fee Olivia first,
Methought the 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 purfue 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 it felf, '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 chambers round
With eye-offending brine: all this to feafon
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her fad remembrance still,

Duke. O! fhe that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will the love, when the rich golden fhaft

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
Three fov❜reign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd,
Her fweet perfections, with one self-fame King!
Away before me to fweet beds of flowers,
Love-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

SCENE II. The Street.

Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.

Vio. What country, friends, is this?

Cap. Illyria, Lady.

Vio. And what fhould I do in Illyria?

My brother he is in Elyfium.

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Perchance he is not drown'd; what think you, failors? Cap. It is perchance that you your self were fav'd. Vio. O my poor brother! fo perchance may he be. Cap. True, Madam: and to comfort you with chance, Affure your felf, after our fhip did fplit,

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Hung on our driving boat: I faw your brother,
Moft provident in peril, bind himself

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To a ftrong maft that liv'd upon the fea;
Where like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee.

Vio. There's gold for faying fo.

Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy fpeech ferves for authority,

The like of him. And knowest 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 his name.

Vio. What is his name?

Cap. Orfino.

Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him:
He was a batchelor then.

Cap. And fo is now, or was fo 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 lefs will prattle of)
That he did feek the love of fair Olivia.
Vio. What's the?

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,
They fay, the hath abjur'd the company

And fight of men.

Vio, O that I ferv'd that Lady,

And't might not be deliver'd to the world,

Till I had made mine own occafion mellow,

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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 haft a mind that fuits

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