Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embraced. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:-Master Fenton, Ford. Let it be so:-Sir John, To master Brook you yet shall hold your word: [Exeunt. 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,- The appetite may sicken, and so die.- * Value. Even in a minute! so full of shapes is faucy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have Methought, she purged the air of pestilence; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. SCENE II.-The Sea-coast. Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother, he is in Elysium. [Exeunt. Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you, sailors? Vio. O, my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be. Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, • Fantastical to the height. • Heated. Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, 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? Cap. A noble duke, in nature, As in name. Vio. What is his name? Cap. Orsino. 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 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. Vio. O, that I served that lady: And might not be deliver'd to the world, Cap. That were hard to compass; Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: * Approve. [Exeunt SCENE III.—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 hours. 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 not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk 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, he. Sir To. He's as tall* a man as any's in Illyria. Mar. What's that to the purpose? Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the vio-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 quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and subtractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward and a coystrilt 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 SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch? Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, Sir. Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Sir And. What's that? Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. Mar. My name is Mary, Sir. • Stont. + Keystril, a bastard hawk. |