ORSINO

I F Music be the food of Love, play on, Give me excess of it: that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again, it had a dying fallen: Oh, it came over my ear, Like the sweet found That breathes upon a bank of Violets; Stealing, and giving Odour. Enough, no more, It's not so sweet now, as it was before. Oh 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 so ere, But falls into abatement, and low price Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone, is high fantastical. Who saw Cesario hoa? I prithee sing. Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid: My shroud of white, stuck all with Ewe, Oh prepare it. My partly of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin, let there be strewne: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpses, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me o where Sad true lover never find my graven, to weep there. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? I know thee well: how dost thou my good Fellow? What Curio ? Why so I do, the Noblest that I have: Oh when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Me thought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a Heart, And my desires Like fell and cruel hounds, Ere since pursue me. How now what news from her? Oh she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections else That live in her. When Liver, Brain, and Heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled Her sweet perfections with one self king: Away before me, to sweet beds of Flowers, Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. Oh then, unfold the passion of my love, Surprise her with discourse of my deer faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes: She will attend it better in thy youth, Then in a Nuntio's of more graven aspect. Dear Lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and found, And all is semblative a woman's partly. I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair: some four or five attend him, All if you will: for I my self am best When least in company: prosper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy Lord, To call his Fortune's thine. Give me some Music; Now good morrow friends. Now good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and Antic song we herd last night; Me thought it did relieve my passion much, More then light airs, and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Come, but one verse. Who was it? Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Come hither Boy, if ever thou shalt love In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: For such as I am, all true Lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. How dost thou Like this tune? Thou dost speak masterly, My life vpon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stayed upon some favour that it loves: Hath it not boy? What kind of woman is't? She is not worth thee then. What years i'faith? Too old by heaven: Let still the woman take And elder then her self, so wears she to him; So sways she level in her husbands heart: For boy, however we do praise our seiues, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Then women's are. Then let thy Love be younger then thy self, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as Roses, whose fair flower Being once displayed, does fallen that very hour. Oh fellow come, the song we had last night: Mark it Cesario, it is old and plain; The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. There's for thy pains. I'll pay thy pleasure then. Give me now leave, to leave thee. Let all the rest give place: Once more Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: Tell her my love, more noble then the world Prizes not quantity of dirty lands, The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her: Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune: But it's that miracle, and Queen of Iems That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. It cannot be so answered. There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion, As love does give my heart: no woman's heart So big, to hold so much, they lack retention. Alas, their love may be called appetite, No motion of the Liver, but the Palate, That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt, But mine is all as hungry as the Sea, And can digest as much, make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me, And that I owe Olivia. What dost thou know? And what's her history? But died thy sister of her love my Boy? I that's the Theme, To her in haste: give her this Jewel: say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. Just the contrary: the better for thy friends. How can that be? Why this is excellent. Thou shalt not be the worse for me, there's gold. Oh you give me ill counsel. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer: there's another. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your Lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. That face of his I do remember well, yet when I saw it last, it was besmeared As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: A baubling Vessel was he Captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, With which such scathfull grapple did he make, With the most noble bottom of our Fleet, That very envy, and the tongue of lose Cried fame and honour on him: What's the matter? Notable Pyrate, thou salt-water Thief, What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms so bloody, and so deer Hast made thine enemies? When came he to this Town? Here comes the Countess, now heaven walks on earth: But for thee fellow, fellow thy words are madness, Three months this youth hath tended upon me, But more of that anon. Take him aside. Gracious Olivia. Still so cruel? What to perverseness? you uncivil Lady To whose ingrate, and unauspicious Altars My soul the faithfullest offerings have breathed out That ere devotion tendered. What shall I do? Why should I not, (had I the heart to do it) Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death Kill what I love: (a savage jealousy, That sometime savours nobly) but hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favour: Live you the Marble-breasted Tyrant still. But this your Minion, whom I know you love, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his Master's spite. Come boy with me, my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I'll sacrifice the Lamb that I do love, To spite a Ravens heart within a Dove. Come, away. Husband? Her husband, sirrah? Oh thou dissembling Cub: what wilt thou be When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow: Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet, Where thou, and I (henceforth) may never meet. My Gentleman Cesario ? How now Gentleman? how is't with you? One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural Perspective, that is, and is not. Be not amazed, right noble is his blood: If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wrack, Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Thou never shouldst love woman Like to me. Give me thy hand, And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. This savours not much of distraction. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer: Your Master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, And since you called me Master, for so long: Here is my hand, you shall from this time be your Master's Mistress. Is this the Madman? Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: He hath not told us of the Captain yet, When that is known, and golden time convents A solemn Combination shall be made Of our deer souls. Mean time sweet sister, We will not partly from hence. Cesaerio come (For so you shall be while you are a man:) But when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's Mistress, and his fancies Queen. When that I was and a little tine boy, with heigh, ho, the wind and the rain: A foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it rains every day. But when I came to men estate, with heigh ho, &c. Gainst Knaves and Thieves men shut their gate, for the rain, &c. But when I came alas to wine, with heigh ho, &c. By swaggering could I never thrive, for the rain, &c. But when I came unto my beds, with heigh ho &c. With tospottes still had drunken heads, for the rain, &c. A great while ago the world begun, heigh ho, &c. But that's all one, our Play is done, and we'll strive to please you every day. Stand you awhile aloof. Cesario, Thou knowest no less, but all: I have unclasped To thee the book even of my secret soul. Therefore good youth, address thy gate unto her, Be not deni'de access, stand at her doors, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou have audience. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather then make unprofited return,