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Orsino, Duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other
SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending.
IF musick be the food of love, play on,
Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough; no more;
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.'
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
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?
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,
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
The Sea Coast.
Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
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
Cap. True, 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.
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. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.
And so is now,
Or was so very late: for but a month
Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
The love of fair Olivia.
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,
And sight of men.
O, that I served that lady:
And might not be delivered to the world,
What my estate is.
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;