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WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter DUKE, Curio, Lords. Music playing.'
(Music ceases.) 'T is not so sweet now, as it was before. 0, spirit of love ! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe’er, 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 ?
What, Curio ? Cur.
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: 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 ?
1 Musicians attending: in f. e. 3 The old copies read : sound; Pope made the change. 3 Not in f. e. 4 Value. 5 My thoughts, like hounds, pursue me to my death." Daniel's Delia," 1592.
Duke. O! she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.
This is Illyria, lady.
Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd.
For saying so there's gold.
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 governs here?
A noble duke, in nature As in name.
Vio. What is his name?
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
Vio. What's she ?
0! that I serv'd that lady,
That were hard to compass,
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain,
and be my aid
1 Old eds. : sight, and company.
Only, shape thou thy silence to my wit.
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. SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA's House.
Enter Sir Toby BELCH, and MARIA. 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.
Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights : your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions 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
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 foolish knight, that you brought in one night here to be her
Sir. To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
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-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He hath, indeed, -all most natural; for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 't is thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?
i Fine, brave.
Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece. I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a coistril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Castiliano vulgo, for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir. And. Sir Toby Belch ! how now, sir Toby Belch ? Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew. Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, sir. Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost. Sir. And. What's that? Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost ?
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To. An thou let her part so, sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again!
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do
you have fools in hand ?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
Mar. Now, sir, thought is free. I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink.
Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your metaphor ?
Mar. It's dry,' sir.
Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
1 From kestrel, a mongrel kind of hawk. ? A large top was formerly kept in parishes or towns, for the use of the public. *3 Sir Toby's mistake, says Verplanck, for volto-Put on a grave face. This word is not in f.e. 5 This was considered a sign of debility.