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WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I. An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; musicians attending.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence ;Fe. when 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?
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
(Eseunt. . Fantastical to the height. + Heated.
Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
sailors? Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
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 did split, When you,
and that poor qumber 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 bred and born, Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Vio. Who goverus here?
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name?
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him :
And so is now,
she hath abjur'd the company
(, that I served that lady;
Till I had made mine owa occasion mellow, reis
That were hard to compass; thesis
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
Scene III. WHAT YOU WILL.
251 Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. (Exeunt.
A room in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria.
Ce 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.
Mur. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in ear. lier o'oights; your cousin, my lady, takes great ex. ceptions 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 fool. ish knight, that you brought iu one night here, to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages