Actus Primus, Scæna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other
Lords.
Duke.
I f Musicke be the food of Loue, play on,
An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting,
The appetite may sicken, and so dye.
That straine agen, it had a dying fall:
O, it came ore my eare, like the sweet sound
That breathes vpon a banke of Violets;
Stealing, and giuing Odour.
Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacitie,
Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,
Of what validity, and pitch so ere,
But falles into abatement, and low price
Euen in a minute; so full of shapes is fancie,
That it alone, is high fantasticall.
Cu.
Will you go hunt my Lord?
Du.
What
Cu.
The Hart.
Du.
Why so I do, the Noblest that I haue:
O when mine eyes did see
Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence;
That instant was I turn'd into a Hart,
And my desires like fell and cru
Ere since pursue me. How now what newes from her?
Enter Valentine.
Val.
So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her handmaid do returne this answer:
The Element it selfe, till seuen yeares heate,
Shall not behold her face at ample view:
But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke,
And water once a day her Chamber round
With eye‑offending brine: all this to season
A brothers dead loue, which she would keepe fresh
And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
Du.
O she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of loue but to a brother,
How will she loue, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections else
That liue in her. When Liuer, Braine, and Heart,
These soueraigne thrones, are all supply'd and fill'd
Her sweete perfections with one selfe king:
Away before me, to sweet beds of Flowres,
Loue‑thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowres.
Exeunt
Lords.
[5]
Enough, no more,
[10]
[15]
Curio?
[20]
Oliuiafirst,
[25]
[30]
[35]
[40]
