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Orsino, duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
Valentine, gentlemen, attending on the duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
servants to Olivia.
Olivia, a rich countess.
Viola, in love with the duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.
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. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; musicians attending.
IF music be the food of love, play on,
(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.
SCENE II.-The sea-coast. Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium.
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,
To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
As in his name.
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name?
And so is now,
The love of fair Olivia.
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a coun't
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving
In the protection of his son, her brother,
That were hard to compass;
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke; Thou shalt present me as a eunuch to him, It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap, to time I will commit; Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Vio. I thank thee: lead me on.
[Exeunt. SCENE III-A room in Olivia's house. Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria.
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy to life.