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. To Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, filled Her sweet perfections-with one self king !— Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Sea-coast. Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance, he is not drowned-what think you, sailors? Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after your ship did split, When you, and this 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--- Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, Vio. For saying so, there's gold. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope— Vio. Who governs here? Cap. A noble duke, in nature as in name. 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 't was fresh in murmur-as, you know, What great ones do, the less will prattle of That he did seek the love of fair Olivia, Tio. 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 loss, And sight of men. Vio. O, that I served that lady, And might not be delivered to the world, Cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's. Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth cft close-in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits I prithee,—and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become I'll serve this duke: The form of my intent. Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. Vio. I thank thee. Lead me on. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great 11 1 Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am. These clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be these boots too,-an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. 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 Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any 's in Illyria. Mar. What's that to the 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 say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natural; for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the cust ha bath in |