Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. SCENE-A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it. TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I. An apartment in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Stealing and giving odour!-Enough; no more: O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Of what validity and pitch soe'er, 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. Cur. What, Curio? The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have : |