Dramatis Perfonæ. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola. Curio, Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia. Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia. A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola. Fabian, Servant to Olivia. Malvolio, a fantastical Steward to Olivia. Clown, Servant to Olivia, Olivia, a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune, below'd by the Duke. Viola, in love with the Duke. Maria, Olivia's Woman. Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE, a City on the Coast of Illyria. NO TWELFTH-NIGHT: O R,. WHAT YOU WILL. A C T I. SCENE, The PALACE. I Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords. DUKE F mufick be the food of love, play on; That breathes upon a bank of violets, no more; O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there, But falls into abatement and low price, Even Even in a minute; (1) fo full of fhapes in fancy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have: And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er fince purfue me. How now, what news from her? Enter Valentine. Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted, But from her hand-maid do return this answer: The element itself, 'till feven years hence, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloyftrefs, 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 fhe would keep fresh And lafting in her fad remembrance. Duke. O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will the love, when the rich golden fhaft That live in her? when liver, brain, and heart, •fo full of Shapes is Fancy, (1) That it alone is high fantastical.] There can be no Reason why the Duke here, who is altogether ferious, and moralizing on the Qualities of Love, fhould tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical Thing imaginable. I am perfuaded, the Alteration of is into in has given us the Poet's genuine Meaning; that Love is most fantastical, in being so variable in its Mr. Warburton. Fancies. SCENE, SCENE, The Street. Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors. Vie. WHAT country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, Lady. Vio. And what fhould I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elyftum. Perchance, he is not drown'd; what think you, failors? When you, and that poor number fav'd with you, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Vio. For faying fo, there's gold. Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope, 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. Cap. Orfino. Vio. Orfino! I have heard He was a batchelor then. my father name him: Cap. And fo is now, or was fo very late ; Vio. What's fhe? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count, E 4 That That dy'd fome twelve months fince, then leaving her Vio. O, that I ferv'd that lady, And might not be deliver'd to the world, Cap. That were hard to compafs; Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: Sir To. Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. WHAT HAT a plague means my neice, to take the death of her brother thus? I am fure, care's an enemy to life. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a-nights; your neice, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. |