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DUKE ORSINO's palace.
[Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others]
DUKE ORSINO
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Give me | some mus|ic; now | good mor|row
friends.
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Now good | Cesar|io, but | that piece | of song,
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That old | and antique song | we heard |
last^night;
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Methought | it did | relieve | my pas|sion much,
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More than | light airs and rec|ollect|ed terms
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Of these most brisk | and gid|dy-paced | times.
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Come,| but one | verse. \\
CURIO
He is not here (so please your lordship) that should sing it?
DUKE ORSINO
Who was it?
CURIO
Feste the jester my lord, a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much
delight in. He is about the house.
DUKE ORSINO
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Seek him | out, and | play the | tune the |
while.
[Exit CURIO. Music plays]
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Come hith|er boy,| if ev|er thou | shalt love
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In the / sweet pangs | of it,| remem|ber me:
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For such | as I | am, all*/ true lov|ers are,
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Unstaid | and skit|tish in / all mot|ions else,
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Save in the | constant | image | of the |
creature
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That is | beloved.| How* dost | thou like | this
tune?
VIOLA
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It gives | a ve|ry e|cho to | the seat
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Where Love | is throned.
DUKE ORSINO
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Thou dost | speak
mast/erly,
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My life | upon | it, young | though thou art,|
thine^eye
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Hath stayed | upon | some fav|or that | it
loves:
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Hath it / not boy?
VIOLA
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A little,| by your | favor.
DUKE ORSINO
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What kind | of wom|an is it?
VIOLA
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Of your |
complex||ion.
DUKE ORSINO
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She | is not worth | thee then.| What years | in
faith?
VIOLA
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About | your years my | lord.|
DUKE ORSINO
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Too old | by heaven:| let still | the wom|an take
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An eld|er than | herself,| so wears | she to him;
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So sways | she lev|el in | her hus|band's heart:
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For boy,| howev|er we | do praise | ourselves,
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Our fan|cies are / more gid|dy and / unfirm,
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More* long|ing, wav|ering, soon|er lost | and
worn,
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Than wom|en's are.
VIOLA
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I think | it well | my lord.
DUKE ORSINO
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Then let | thy love | be young|er than | thyself,
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Or thy | affec|tion can|not hold | the bent:
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For wom|en are | as ros|es, whose / fair flower
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Being once | displayed,| doth fall | that ve|ry
hour.
VIOLA
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And so | they are:| alas,| that they | are so:
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To die,| even | when they | to perfec|tion grow.
[Enter CURIO and Clown]
DUKE ORSINO
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O fel|low come,| the song | we had | last^night:
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Mark it | Cesar|io, it | is old | and plain;
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The spin|sters^and | the knit|ters in | the sun,
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And the / free maids | that weave | their thread
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Do use | to chant | it: it | is sil|ly sooth,
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And dal|lies with | the in|nocence | of love,
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Like the | old age.
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Are | you rea|dy sir?
DUKE ORSINO
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Aye prith|ee sing. \\
[Music]
CLOWN
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Come away,| come away | death,|
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And in sad | cypress let | me be laid,|
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Fly away,| fly away | breath,|
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I am slain | by a fair | cruel maid:|
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My shroud of | white, stuck all | with yew, O |
prepare it.
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My part of | death, no one | so true | did share
it.
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Not a flower,| not a flower | sweet |
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On my black | coffin, let | there be strown:|
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Not a friend,| not a friend | greet |
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My poor corpse,| where my bones | shall be
thrown:|
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A thousand | thousand sighs | to save, lay | me
oh where
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Sad true lov|er never | find my grave,| to weep
there.
DUKE ORSINO
There's for thy pains.
CLOWN
No pains sir, I take pleasure in singing sir.
DUKE ORSINO
I'll pay thy pleasure then.
CLOWN
Truly sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or another.
DUKE ORSINO
Give me now leave, to leave thee.
CLOWN
Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of
changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything and their
intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of
nothing. Farewell.
[Exit]
DUKE ORSINO
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Let all* the | rest give^|place: Once^|more
Ce|sario. ??
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Get thee | to yond | same sov/ereign | cruelty:
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Tell her | my love,| more nob|le than | the world
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Prizes | not quant/ity | of dir|ty lands,
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The parts | that for|tune hath | bestowed | upon
her:
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Tell her I | hold as | giddi|ly as | fortune:
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But 'tis | that mir|acle,| and queen | of gems
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That na|ture pranks | her in,| attracts | my
soul.
VIOLA
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But if | she can|not love | you sir.|
DUKE ORSINO
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I can|not be | so ans|wered.
VIOLA
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Sooth | but you must.
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Say that | some la|dy, as | perhaps | there is,
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Hath for | your love | as great | a pang | of
heart
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As you | have for O|livia:| you cannot | love
her:
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You tell | her so:| must she | not then | be ans||wered?
DUKE ORSINO
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There is | no wom|an's sides \\
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Can bide | the beat|ing of so | strong a |
passion,
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As love | doth give | my heart:| no wom|an's
heart
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So big, to hold so much, they lack retention. ????
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Alas,| their love | may be / called ap|petite,
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No mo|tion of | the liver,| but the | palate,
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That suf|fer sur|feit, cloy|ment, and | revolt,
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But mine | is all | as hung|ry as | the sea,
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And can | digest | as much,| make no | compare
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Between | that love | a wom|an can / bear me,
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And that | I owe | Oliv|ia.
VIOLA
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Aye | but I know.
DUKE ORSINO
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What dost | thou know? \\
VIOLA
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Too well | what love | women | to men | may owe:
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In faith | they are | as true | of heart,| as we.
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My fath|er had | a daught|er loved | a man
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As it might | be per|haps, were | I a | woman
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I should | your lord|ship.
DUKE ORSINO
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And what's | her
his|tory?
VIOLA
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A blank | my lord:| She nev|er told | her love,
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But let | conceal|ment, like | a worm | in the
bud
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Feed on | her dam|ask cheek:| she pined | in
thought,
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And with a | green and | yellow | melan|choly,
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She sat | like pa|tience on | a mon|ument,
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Smiling | at grief.| Was not | this love |
indeed?
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We men | may say | more, swear more,| but indeed
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Our shows | are more | than will:| for still | we
prove
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Much in | our vows,| but lit|tle in | our love.
DUKE ORSINO
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But died | thy sis|ter of | her love | my boy?
VIOLA
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I am | all the | daughters | of my fath|er's
house,
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And all | the broth|ers too:| and yet | I know*
not.
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Sir, shall | I to this | lady?
DUKE ORSINO
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Aye that's the
theme,
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To her | in haste:| give her | this jew|el: say,
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My love | can give | no* place,| bide^no | denay.
[Exeunt]