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Orsino, duke of Illyria.
Clown. servants to Olivia.
Olivia, a rich countess.
Lords, priests, sailors,officers, musicians, and other
Scene, a city in Illyria; and the seu-coast near it.
SCENE I. An apartment in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords ; musicians attending.
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
What, Curio? Cur.
The hart, Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: 0, 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, B'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from
Enter Valentine. Val. Soplease my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years heatt, 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,
[Ereunt, • Fantastical to the height. + Heated,