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SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purg'd 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,
Duke. Ö, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
SCENE II.-The Sea-coast.
Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born,
A noble duke, in nature,
As in his name.
Vio. Who governs here?
What is his name?
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
Vio. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
Cap. Be thou his page, and I your mute will be;
Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.
Viola, having disguised herself in male attire, obtains the situation of Page, in the Duke's household, under the name of Cesario.
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire.
Val. If the Duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
Vio. You either fear his humor, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favors?
Val. No, believe me.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants.
Vio. I thank you.
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
Till thou have audience.
Sure, my noble lord,
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord: What then?
Dear lad, believe it;
I know, thy constellation is right apt
For this affair:-Some four, or five, attend him;
I'll do my best,
To woo your lady: yet,-[Aside.]—a barful strife:
The Lady Olivia, attended by her waiting woman Maria, and Malvolio her steward, is informed that a messenger from the Duke seeks her
Enter OLIVIA, MARIA, and MALVOLIO.
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you.
Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?
Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended. Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: Fye on him!-[Exit MARIA.]-Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.-[Exit MALVOLIO.]-Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
Mal. Madam, yond, young fellow swears he will speak with you.
I told him you were sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial.
Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me.
Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you.
Oli. What kind of man is he?
Mal. Why, of mankind.
Oli. What manner of man?
Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you, or no. Oli. Of what personage, and years, is he?
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy He is very well-favored, and he speaks very shrewishly.
Oli. Let him approach: Call in my gentlewoman.
Oli. Give me my veil: come throw it o'er my face: We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
Vio. The honorable lady of the house, which is she? Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her: Your will? Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty, I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible,* even to the least sinister usage. Oli. Whence came you, sir?
Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. Oli. Are you a comedian?
Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I swear I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house? Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message.
Oli. Come to what is important in't I forgive you the praise.
Oli. It is the more like to be feigned; I pray you keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates; and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be