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A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Duke, VIOLA, CURIO, and Others.
row, friends :-
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit Curio.– N[usick. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: For, such as I am, all true lovers are; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save, in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd.
Thou dost speak masterly:
A little, by your favour.
Of your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then.
i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman
I think it well, my lord.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last
night:Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain:
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
Clo. Are you ready, sir?
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, breath;
0, prepare it;
Did share it.
black coffin let there be strown;
Lay me, 0, where
find my grave,
To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Duke, Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal S1 !-I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel.
[Erit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place.
[Exeunt Curio and Attendants.
Once more, Cesario,
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
'Sooth, but you must.
- Duke. There is no woman's sides,
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Ay, but I know,
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke.
And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too 52 ;-—and yet I know not :Sir, shall I to this lady? Duke.
Ay, that's the theme.