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Twelfth Night

Act I, Scene 1

 

DUKE ORSINO's palace.
 
[Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending]
 
DUKE ORSINO
          ,      ,         ,         ,          ,
      If mu|sic be | the food | of love,| play^on;
        ,        ,        ,        ,   ,
      Give me | excess | of it:| that sur/feiting,
           ,     ,          ,             ,  ,
      The ap|petite | may sick|en, and / so die.
              ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
      That strain | again,| it had | a dy|ing fall:
      ,         ,            ,                 ,     ,
      O, it | came ore | my ear | like the / sweet sound,
              ,          ,       ,        ,    ,
      That breathes | upon | a bank | of vi|olets,
        ,     2       ,       ,          ,         ,
      Stealing and | giving | odor.| Enough;| no more:
            ,         ,      ,           ,      ,
      'Tis not | so sweet | now as | it was before.
         ,     2     ,          ,           ,      ,
      O spi|rit of love,| how quick | and fresh | art thou,
            ,        ,        ,       ,    ,
10    That not|withstan|ding thy | capa|city
         ,        ,        ,            ,        ,
      Recei|veth as | the sea,| nought^en|ters there,
           ,       ,    ,         ,         ,
      Of what | valid|ity | and pitch | so ere,
            ,        ,      ,              ,    ,
      But falls | into | abate|ment and / low price,
      ,   3  3     ,            ,          ,         ,     2->
      Even in a | minute:| so full | of shapes | is fan||cy
            ,      ,         ,        ,     ,
      That it | alone | is high | fantas|tical.
 
CURIO
        ,             ,          ,
      Will you | go hunt, | my lord?
 
DUKE ORSINO
                                          ,   3 3
                                    What Cur|io?
 
CURIO
                                                       ,
                                                 The hart.
 
DUKE ORSINO
           ,      ,        ,         ,        ,
      Why so | I do,| the no|blest that | I have:
          ,           ,         ,      ,  2    ,
20    O when | mine^eyes | did see | Oli|via first,
           ,             ,          ,        ,      ,
      Methought | she purged | the air | of pes|tilence;
            ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      That^in|stant was | I turned | into | a hart;
           ,       ,            ,         ,        ,
      And my | desires,| like fell | and cru|el hounds,
            ,         ,         ,     ,           ,      2
      Ere since | pursue | me. How | now what | news from her?
 
[Enter VALENTINE]
 
VALENTINE
            ,          ,    ,          ,    2    ,
      So please | my lord,| I might | not be ad|mitted;
            ,          ,    ,    2     ,          ,
      But from | her hand|maid do re|turn this | answer:
           ,   3  3    ,          ,       ,       __
      The el|ement itself,| till se|ven years'|| heat,
             ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      Shall not | behold | her face | at am|ple view;
            ,        ,          ,           ,       ,
      But like | a cloi|stress she | will veil|ed walk
           ,       ,       ,          ,        ,
30    And wa|ter once | a day | her cham|ber round
            ,      ,         ,           ,        ,      2->
      With eye-|offen|ding brine:| all this | to sea||son
         ,           ,      ,                         ,    ,
      A bro|ther's dead | love, which | she would / keep fresh
           ,        ,        ,       ,          o
      And las|ting in | her sad | remem|brance.
 
DUKE ORSINO
         ,           ,        ,                 ,    ,
      O she | that hath | a heart | of that / fine frame
          ,           ,         ,     ,    2     ,
      To pay | this debt | of love | but to a | brother,
       ,               ,                 ,   ,        ,
      How will | she love,| when the / rich gol|den shaft
              ,           ,         ,       ,          ,
      Hath killed | the flock | of all | affec|tions else
             ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      That live | in her;| when liv|er, brain,| and heart,
             ,    2       ,           ,         ,            ,
      These sov|ereign thrones,| are all | supplied | and filled
            ,         ,                ,    ,     __
40    Her sweet | perfec|tions with / one self | king:
         ,       ,              ,     ,          ,
      Away | before | me to / sweet beds | of flowers:
        T      T     T      ,          ,  2              ,
      Love-thoughts lie | rich when | canopied | with bowers.
 
[Exeunt]

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