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Orsino, duke of Illyria.
gentlemen attending on the duke.
servants to Olivia.
Olivia, a rich countess.
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I. An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace,
Drike. If music be the food of love, play on,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, 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 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, 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.
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.
[sailors? Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
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. 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
Vio. What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
Who shortly also dy'd: for whose dear love,
And sight of men.
Vio. O, that I serv'd that lady;
And might not be deliver'd to the world,
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;
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.
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 ex ceptions 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 be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so
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
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Mar. Ay, he.
Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these du cats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'the violde-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of
that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that Mar. He hath, indeed--almost natural: for, besides he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he
would quickly have the gift of a grave.
stractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and subMar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly
in your company.
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her as long as there's a passage in my throat, and not drink to my niece, 'till his brains turn o'the toe like drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a coystill, that will