Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Twelfe Night, Or what you will.
Actus Primus, Scæna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other
Lords.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on,An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Duke. Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting,
Duke. The appetite may sicken, and so dye.
Duke. That straine agen, it had a dying fall:
Duke. O, it came ore my eare, like the sweet sound
Duke. That breathes vpon a banke of Violets;
Duke. Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more,
Duke. Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
Duke. O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,
Duke. That notwithstanding thy capacitie,
Duke. Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,
Duke. Of what validity, and pitch so ere,
Duke. But falles into abatement, and low price
Duke. Euen in a minute; so full of shapes is fancie,