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Enter ORSINO, Duke of Illyria, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending.DUKE.If music 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 soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough; no more;'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou, That notwithstanding thy capacityReceiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soever, But falls into abatement and low priceEven in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.CURIO.Will you go hunt, my lord?DUKE.What, Curio?CURIO.The hart.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?Enter VALENTINE.VALENTINE.So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view;5But like a cloistress she will veiled walk, And water once a day her chamber roundWith eye-offending brine: all this to seasonA brother's dead love, which she would keep freshAnd lasting in her sad remembrance.DUKE.O, she that hath a heart of that fine frameTo pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaftHath kill'd the flock of all affections elseThat live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill'dHer sweet perfections with one self king!Away before me to sweet beds of flowers, Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.[Exeunt.]6SCENE II. The sea-coast.Enter VIOLA, a CAPTAIN and Sailors.VIOLA.What country, friends, is this?CAPTAIN.This is Illyria, lady.VIOLA.And what should I do in Illyria?My brother he is in Elysium.Perchance he is not drown'd. What think you, sailors?CAPTAIN.It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd.VIOLA.O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.CAPTAIN.True, madam; and to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and those poor number sav'd 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 liv'd upon the sea;Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the wavesSo long as I could see.VIOLA.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?CAPTAIN.Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and bornNot three hours' tra

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