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TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,
WHAT YOU WILL.

Shaks enre appears to have invariably sought for the originals of his plots from sources within his reach.—The Italian novelists of his period furnished ample materia.s for his purpose,

but although there are traces to be found in the present Comedy, of incidents, which are evidently borrowed from these sources, yet even the industrious and acute researches of the critics cannot distinctly trace out the precise anthorities, to which the Poet is indehted for the groundwork of this delightful Comedyo

There is in this Drama, an under plot,-skilfully interwoven into the main subject, yet, in no degree necessary to the cnief action of the Play. The nature of our design, has induced the rejection of the comic incidents, which form the minor plot, so that we might incorporate into our selections, the entire main story, with all its charming beauties of graceful and tou ving Poetry.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Orsino, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea captain, friend to Viola.
VALENTINE, CURIO, gentlemen attending on the Duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia.
FABIAN, Clown, 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.

ACT I.

SCENE I.–An Apartment in the Duke's Palace

Enter DUKE, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die. -
That strain 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 odor.—Enough ; no more ;
"Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute ! so 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, 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 ?

Enter VALENTINE.
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,
Shall not behold her face at ample view
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chan.ber 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 filled,
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king !

Away before rise 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. W!3 country, friends, is this?
Cap.

Illyria, lady.
Vio. Avd what should I do in Illyria ?
My broker he is in Elysium.
Perches ce, he is not drown'd.—What think you, sailors ?

Can. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved.
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.

Cop. True, madam : and, to comfort you with chance,
Assue yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor number saved with you,
Hvng 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 ;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.
Vio

For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thon this country ?

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born,
Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Vio. Who governs here?
Сар.

A noble duke, in nature,
As in his name.
Vio.

What is his name?
Cap.

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

And so is now,
Or was so 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 less will prattle of,) that he did seek
The love of fair Olivia.
Vio.

What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjured the company
And sight of men.

Viv.

O, that I served that lady:
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.
Cap.

That were hard to compass ;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.

Vio. There is a fair behavior 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 page 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 thou his page, and I your mute will be ;
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.

[Esceunt. Viola, having disguised herself in male attire, obtains the situation of Page, in the Dake's household, under the name of Cesario.

A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's attire. Val. If the Duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. Vio. You either fear his humor, or my negligence, that you

call in question the continuance of his love : Is he inconstant, sir, in his favors ? Val. No, believe me.

Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants.
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ?
Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.

Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.–Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp’d
To thee the book even of my secret soul :
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her ;
Be not denyd access, stand at her doors,

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
Till thou have audience.
Vio

Sure, my noble iord
If she be so abandoned to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord: What then ?

Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love;
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith.
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.

Vio. I think not so, my lord.
Duke.

Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know, thy constellation is right apt
For this affair :—Some four, or five, attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best,
When least in company :-Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
Vio

I'll do my best,
To woo your lady: yet,-[Aside.)- barful strife :
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

[reur The Lady Olivia, attended by her waiting woman Maria, and Malvolio her steward, is informed that a messenger from the Duke seeks her presence,

SCENE V.
Enter OLIVIA, MARIA, and MALVOLIO.
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much
desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?
Mar. I know not, madam ; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: Fye on him !- [Exit MARIA.]-Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick or not at home; what you will, to dismiss

a it.--[Exit MALVOLIO.]—Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal. Madam, yond, young fellow swears he will speak with you.

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