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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 mus|ic be | the food | of love,| play^on,
        ,        T  T   Tx           ,       ,
      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:
      T   .   T   T        ,                 ,     ,
      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.
           x          ,          ,           ,           ,
      O spirit | of love,| how quick | and fresh | art thou,
            ,         ,       ,       ,    ,
      That not|withstand|ing thy | capa|city,
         ,        ,        ,            ,        ,
      receiv|eth as | the sea,| nought^ent|ers there,
           ,       ,    ,         ,         ,
      Of what | valid|ity,| and pitch | so ere,
            ,        ,      ,               ,    ,
      But falls | into | abate|ment, and / low price
        x    2     ,        ,     2        ,         ,
      Even in a | minute;| so full of | shapes is | fancy,
            ,      ,         ,        ,     ,
      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 nob|lest that | I have:
          ,           ,         ,      ,  2    ,
      O when | mine^eyes | did see | Oli|via first,
           ,             ,          ,        ,      ,
      Methought | she purged | the air | of pest|ilence;
            ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      That^inst|ant was | I turned | into | a hart,
           ,       ,       T    T   .   T        ,
      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:
           x    ,       ,            Tx    T      T
      The ele|ment it|self, till | seven years' heat,  ??
             ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      Shall not | behold | her face | at amp|le view:
            ,        ,          ,           ,       ,
      But like | a cloist|ress she | will veil|ed walk,
           ,       ,       ,          ,        ,
      And wat|er once | a day | her chamb|er round
            ,      ,         ,           ,        ,      2->
      With eye-|offend|ing brine:| all this | to seas||on
         ,           ,      ,                         ,    ,
      A broth|er's dead | love, which | she would / keep fresh
           ,         ,        ,       ,          o
      And last|ing, 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 gold|en shaft
              ,           ,         ,       ,          ,
      Hath killed | the flock | of all | affec|tions else
             ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      That live | in her.| When liv|er, brain,| and heart,
              ,           ,           ,         ,            ,
      These sove|reign thrones,| are all | supplied | and filled
            ,         ,     ,          ,           ,
      Her sweet | perfec|tions | with one | self^king:
         ,       ,               ,     ,          x
      Away | before | me, to / sweet beds | of flowers,
        T      T     T      ,           ,  2              x
      Love thoughts lie | rich, when | canopied | with bowers.
 
[Exeunt]

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