Perfons reprefented.

Orfino, duke of Illyria.

Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola,
Antonio, a fea-captain, friend to Sebastian.
A fea-captain, friend to Viola.

Lords, Priefts, Sailors, Officers, Muficians, and other At

tendants.

SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the fea-coaft near it.

The

TWELFTH-NIGH1:

or,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Muficians attending.

DUKE. If mufick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excefs of it; that, furfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That ftrain again;-it had a dying fall:
O, 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 fo fweet now, as it was before.

O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch foever,

But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! fo full of shapes is fancy,

That it alone is high-fantastical.

CUR. Will you go hunt, my lord?

DUKE. What, Curio?

CUR. The hart.

DUKE. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have: O, when mine eyes did fee Olivia first, Methought, fhe purg'd the air of peftilence; That inftant was I turn'd into a hart;

And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,

E'er fince pursue me.-How now? what news from her?
Enter VALENTINE.

VAL. So pleafe my lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her hand-maid do return this anfwer;
The element itfelf, till feven years heat,

Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloiftrefs, fhe will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this, to feafon
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh,
And lafting, in her fad remembrance.

DUKE. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
Το 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 elfe

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These fovereign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd,
(Her sweet perfections,) with one felf king!-
Away before me to fweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

SCENE II. The Sea-coaft.

Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and SAILORS.

V10. What country, friends, is this?

CAP. Illyria, lady.

[Exeunt.

V10. And what fhould I do in Illyria

My brother he is in Elyfium.

Perchance, he is not drown'd:

failors?

What think you,

CAP. It is perchance, that you yourself were fav'd. V10. O my poor brother! and fo, 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 fav'd with you,
Hung on our driving boat, I faw 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 fea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee,

V10. For faying so, there's gold :

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy fpeech ferves for authority,
The like of him, Know'ft 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.

VIO. What is his name?

CAP. Orfino,

Vio, Orfino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.

CAP. And fo is now,

Or was fo 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 lefs will prattle of,) that he did feek