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ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
Gentlemen, attending on the Duke.
Olivia, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd by tha
Priefts, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, - City on the coast of Illyria,
WHAT YOU WILL.
А ст I.
Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords..
DU K E.
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,
Even in a minute; (1) so full of shapes in fancya.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ?
Duke, Why, so I do, the noblest that I have
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.
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.
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,,
Vio. For saying so, there's gold.
Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and born, Not three hours travel from this very place.
Vio. Who governs here?
Vio. Orefino! I have heard my father name him :
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late ;
Vio. What's the?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count,
Vio. O, that I serv'd that Lady,
estate is !
Via. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;
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