Dramatis Perfonæ. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola. Curio, } Gentlemen, attending Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia. on the Duke. Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending te Olivia. A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola. Fabian, Servant to Olivia. 4 Malvolio, a fantastical Steward to Olivia. Clown, Servant to Olivia. Olivia, a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune, below'd by the Duke. Viola, in love with the Duke. Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE, a City on the Coast of Illyria. TWELFTH-NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE, The PALACE. I DUKE. F mufick be the food of love, play on; fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there, But falls into abatement and low price, E3 Even Even in a minute; (1) so full of shapes in fancy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord ? Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when my eyes did see Olivia first, And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me. How now, what news from her? Enter Valentine. Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted, Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, (1) So full of Shapes is Fancy, [Exeunt. That it alone is high fantastical.] There can be no Reason why the Duke here, who is altogether serious, and moralizing on the Qualities of Love, should tell us, that Fancy is alone the most fantastical Thing imaginable. I am perfuaded, the Alteration of is into in has given us the Poet's genuine Meaning; that Love is most fantastical, in being so variable in its Mr. Warburton, SCENE, Fancies. Vio. SCENE, The Street. Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors. W HAT country, friends, is this? Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? Perchance, he is not drown'd; what think you, failors? Assure yourself, after our ship did split, Vio. For faying so, there's gold. Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and born, Not three hours travel from this very place. Vio. Who governs here? Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name. Cap. Orfino. Vio. Orfino! I have heard my father name him: He was a batchelor then. Cap. And fo is now, or was so very late; For but a month ago I went from hence, That he did seek the love of fair Olivia. Vio. What's she ? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count, E 4 That |