Enter Duke, CURIO, and 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:
O, 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,

t

Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.

Cur.

Duke.

Cur,

Will you go hunt, my lord?

What, Curio?

The hart.

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when my 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 ad-
mitted,

But from her hand-maid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistrels, 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,

To pay 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 supply'd, and fill'd,

(Her sweet perfections,) with one self-king!Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

[Exeunt.]

Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.

Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. This is Illyria, lady.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.

Perchance, he is not drown'd:

sailors?

What think you,

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were

sav'd.

Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort

chance,

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

When

and this you,

poor

you

with

number sav'd with you,

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself

(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac

tice)

To a strong mast, that liv'd 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 name.
Vio. What is his name?

Cap. 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 lefs will prattle of,) That he did seek the love of fair Õlivia.

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a

count

That dy'd some twelve-month since; then leav

ing her

In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also dy'd,: for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the sight

And company

of men.

Vio. O, that I serv'd that lady;

And might not be deliver❜d 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, cap

tain;

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.
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of musick,

That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not 1 see!

Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.

[Exeunt.]

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 exceptions to your ill hours.

Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. 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; and 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.