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curred. Even Dr. Farmer, the late Rev. T. Warton, Mr. Reed, and Mr. Malone, were unacquainted with this Collection of Googe's Poetry.

August 6, 1607, a Comedy called What you will, (which is the second title of this play,) was entered at Stationers' Hall by Tho. Thorpe.. I believe, however, it was Marston's play with that name. Ben Jonson, who takes every opportunity to find fault with Shakspeare, seems to ridicule the conduct of TwelfthNight in his Every Man out of his Humour, at the end of Act III. sc. vi. where he makes Mitis say, "That the argument of his comedy might have been of some other nature, as of a duke to be in love with a countess, and that countess to be in love with the duke's son, and the son in love with the lady's waiting maid some such cross wooing, with a clown to their serving man, better than be thus near and familiarly allied to the time." STEEVENS.

I suppose this comedy to have been written in 1614. If however the foregoing passage was levelled at Twelfth Night, my speculation falls to the ground. MALONE.


Orsino, duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
Antonio, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea captain, friend to Viola.

} gentlemen attending on the duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Malvolio, steward to 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


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.

no more;

Duke. If musick 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 odour.-Enough; '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.

Of what validity and pitch soever,] Validity is here used for

value. MALONE.

2 That it alone is high-fantastical.] High-fantastical, means fantastical to the height.



Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?


What, Curio?


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?

The hart.

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,3
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!



The element itself, till seven years heat,] Heat for heated. The air, till it shall have been warmed by seven revolutions of the sun, shall not, &c.

4 (Her sweet perfections,)] Liver, brain, and heart, are admitted in poetry as the residence of passions, judgement, and sentiments. These are what Shakspeare calls, her sweet perfections, though he has not very clearly expressed what he might design to have said. STEEVENS.

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.



The Sea-coast.

Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Сар. .

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 werš

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 dịd split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung 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 thou this country?

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bréd and born, Not three hours travel from this very place. Vio. Who governs here?

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