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ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother 10 Viola.
Antonio, a Şea-captain, Friend to Sebastian.

Gentlemen, attending on the Duke.
Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia,
Şir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to

A Sea-captain, Friend 10 Viola.
Fabian, Servant ta Olivia.
Malvolio, a fantastical Steward, to Olivia.
Clown, Servant to Olivia.

Olivia, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd by tha

Viola, in love with the Duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.

Priefts, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.


SCENE, - City on the coast of Illyria,





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Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords..

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F mufick be the food of love, play on ;

Give me excess of it ; that, surf-iting,

The appetite may ficken, and so die. That strain again ;-it had a dying fall : 0, 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 fpirit of love, how.quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price,


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Even in a minute; (1) so full of shapes in fancya.
That it alone is high fantastical.

Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ?
Duke. What, Curio ?
Cu. The hart.

Duke, Why, so I do, the noblest that I have
O, when my eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought, he purg'd the air of pestilence ;
That initant was I turn’d into a hart.
And my de fires, 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 admitted, But from her hand-maid do return this answer : The element itself, 'itl seven years hence, Shall not behold her face at ample view ; But, like a cloyitress, the will veiled walks 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 fad remembrance.

Duke. O, the that hath a heart of that fine frame, (1)

so full of papes is fancy, That it alone is bigh fartaftical.] Sbakespeare has made his Poo. lonius (a character, which he design d should be receiv'd with laugh. ter) say,

- for to define true madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad, But there is ng parity of reason why his Duke here, who is altogether ferious, and moralizing on the qualities of love, should tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical thing imaginable. I am perfuaded the alteration of is into in has giv'o us the Poet's genuine meaning that love is most fantastical, in being so variable in its fancies. And Sbakespeare every where supposes this to be the distinguishing characteristic of this paffion. In his As You like it, where what it is to be in love is defin'd, amongst other marks we have this ;.

It is to be all made of fantasy.
And in the same play, Rosalind, speaking of her lover, says ;

If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him. And a hundred other pallages might be quoted, did the matter require any proof.

Mr. Warburton

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a How will the 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 fav’reign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fillid, Her sweet perfections, with one self-lame King ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers,

(Exeunt's SCENE, the Street.

Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors. Vio 7 HAT country, friends, is this?

Cap. Illyria, Lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium. Perchance, he is not drown'd; what think you, failors ?

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were fav’d. Vio. O my poor brother ! so, perchance, may he be,

Cap. True, Madam: and to comfort you with chance,,
Affure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor 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 practice)
To a strong maft, that liv?d upon the sea ;
Where, like Arion on the dolpin'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.
Fio. What is his name?
Cap. Orfing.


Vio. Orefino! 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 less will prattle of)
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's the?

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count,
That dy'd fome twelve months fince, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also dy'd; for whose dear love,
They say, the hath abjurd the fight
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


estate is !
Cap. That were hard to compass;
Becaufe she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the Duke's.

Via. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;
And tho' that Nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft clofe in pollution ; yet of thee,
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character :
I pr’ythee, and I'll pay thee boun teously,
Conceal me what I am, and he my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. l'll ferve this Duke ;
Thou thalt present me as an eunuch to him,
It may be worth thy pains ; for I can fing,
And speak to him in many forts of mufick,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Only fhape thou thy filence to my wit.
Cap. Be


his eunuch, and your mute l'll be: When my congue blabs, then let saine eyes not see: Vio. I thank thee ; lead me on



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