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Enter VALENTINE. Val. So please my Lord, I might not lue admitted, But from her hand-maid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years leat, 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 ile flock ef all affections else That live in her! wlien liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign throues, are all supply'd, and fillid, (Her sweet perfections,) with one seif king! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.
Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
you, sailors ? Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
Vio. O my poor brotlrer! and 50, 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 sav'd with yout, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your lrother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong måst, that liv'd 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 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?
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him : He was a bachelor then.
Cap. 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 oncs do, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek The love of fair Olivia.
Vio. What's she?
Car. A virtuous 'maid, the daughter of a Count That dy'd some twelve-month since; then leaving her In the protection of liis son, her brother, Who shortly also dy'd i for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
Vio. O, that I serv'd that lady;
Cap. That were hard to compass;
Vio.. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ; And though tirat 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 ; Thoil shalt present me as an eunuch to him, It may be worth thy pains : for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of musick, 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.
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.
Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o’nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill honrs.
Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted.
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be inot, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar.. That quaffing and drinkiug will undo you:
I heard my lady talli of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducais; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir. To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays on the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He hath, indeed ,' almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarreling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk night. ly in your company.
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece ; P'll drink to her, as long as there's a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a coystrii, that will not drink to my
niece, till his brains turn o'the toe like a parish-top. What', wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter SIN ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
Sir And. Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
Mar. My name is Mary, Sir.
Sir To. You mistake, Knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company.
Is that the meaning of accost? Mar. Fare you well, Gentlemen,
Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'would thon might'st never draw sword again.
Sir And. An you part so, Mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair Lady, do you think you have fools in hand ?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Mar. Now, Sir, thought is free : I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery - bar, and let it drink.