PERSONS REPRESENTED. Orsino, Duke of Illyria. Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola. Antonio, a sea-captain, friend to Sebastian. A sea-captain, friend to Viola. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. If musick be the food of love, play on, Of what validity and pitch soever, But falls into abatement and low price, ८ Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical. Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? What, Curio? Duke. Cur. The hart. ■ Value. 2 Fantastical to the height, Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: 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 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, 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 supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. [Exeunt. $ Heated. SCENE II. The Sea Coast. Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? Illyria, lady. 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 he be. 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, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) 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. 1 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 In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek 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, They say, she hath abjur'd the company And sight of men. Vio. O, that I served that lady: And might not be delivered to the world, Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, 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; |