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SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
-How now? what news from her?
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
rich golden shaft
SCENE 11. The Sea-Coast.
Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with chance,
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
For saying so, there's gold:
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born,
Vio. Who governs here?
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name
And so is now,
O, that I served that lady;
That were hard to compass;
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
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 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 yonrself 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 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 violde-gambo, 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 gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. 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 is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: he's a coward, and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o'the toe, like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how
Sir Toby Belch? Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew! Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, sir. Tir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Sir And. What's that? Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost?
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'would thou might'st never draw sword again.
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might