Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. SCENE-A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it. TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. 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.- O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, (') . Stealing and giving odour!-Enough; no more: O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there, 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. Cur. What, Curio? The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Enter VALENTINE. How now! what news from her? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted; The element itself, till seven years' heat, Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame That live in her,—when liver, brain, and heart, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king!— Away before me 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. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. This is Illyria, lady. Perchance he is not drown'd:-what think you, sailors? Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd. Vio. O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be. |