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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Orsino, Duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
Antonio, a sea-captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea-captain, friend to Viola.
Valentine,

Gentlemen attending on the Duke.
Curio,
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
Fabian,

Servants to Olivia.
Clown,

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Olivia, a rich Countess,
Viola, in love with the Duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other

Attendants.

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

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Enter DUKE, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending.

Duke.
If musick 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:
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.--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, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical."
Cur. Will you go hunt, my.

lord ? Duke.

What, Curio? Cur.

The hart.

1 Value,

2 Fantastical to the height,

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 ?

Enter VALENTINE.

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, 3 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,

this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft, 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 fillid, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.

[Ereunt.

To pay

Heated.

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 drown'd:- -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. Trie, 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.
Vio.

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 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? Сар.

Orsino.
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 abjur'd the company
And sight of men.
Vio.

0, that I served that lady:
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine'own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.
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 oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.

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