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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.
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I-An apartment in the Duke's palace.
IF music be the food of love, play on,
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,1 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.
SCENE II.-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,
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, 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;
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?
As in his name.
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name?
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.
Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
The love of fair Olivia.
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a coun't