ORSINO,
           Duke of Illyria

    SEBASTIAN,
           brother of Viola

    ANTONIO,
           a sea captain,
         friend of Sebastian

    A SEA CAPTAIN,
           friend of Viola

    VALENTINE,
           gentleman attending on the Duke

    CURIO,
           gentleman attending on the Duke

    SIR TOBY BELCH,
           uncle of Olivia

   SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK

    MALVOLIO,
           steward to Olivia

    FABIAN,
           servant to Olivia

    FESTE,
           a clown,
         servant to Olivia

    OLIVIA,
           a rich countess

    VIOLA,
           sister of Sebastian

    MARIA,
           Olivia's waiting woman

    Lords,
           Priests,
         Sailors,
           Officers,
         Musicians,
           and Attendants

   SCENE:

    A city in Illyria;
        and the sea-coast near it
 
  ACT I. SCENE I. The DUKE'S
       palace

    Enter ORSINO,
           Duke of Illyria,
         CURIO,
           and other LORDS;
        MUSICIANS attending

    DUKE.

    If 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 fall;
        O,
           it came o'er my ear
              like the sweet sound
             That breathes
                   upon a bank of violets,
         Stealing and giving odour!

    Enough,
           no more;
         'Tis not so sweet
              now as it
            was before.

    O 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 soe'er,
         But falls
               into abatement and low price
             Even in a minute.

    So full of shapes
        is fancy,
           That it alone
            is high fantastical.

    CURIO.

    Will you go hunt,
           my lord?

    DUKE.

    What,
           Curio?

    CURIO.

    The hart.

    DUKE.

    Why,
           so I do,
         the noblest that I have.

    O,
           when mine eyes
            did see Olivia first,
         Methought she purg'd
               the air of pestilence!

    That instant
        was I turn'd
               into a hart,
           And my desires,
         like fell and cruel hounds,
           E'er since pursue me.

    Enter VALENTINE How now!

    what news from her?

    VALENTINE.

    So please my lord,
           I might not be admitted,
         But from her handmaid
              do return this answer:
        The element itself,
           till seven years' heat,
         Shall not
              behold her face
                   at ample view;
        But like a cloistress
             she will veiled walk,
           And water once
               a day
             her chamber round
               With eye-offending brine;
        all this
              to season
                   A brother's dead love,
           which she
            would keep fresh And
                  lasting in her sad remembrance.

    DUKE.

    O,
           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 kill'd the flock of
                       all affections else
                 That live in her;
        when liver,
           brain,
         and heart,
           These sovereign thrones,
         are all supplied and fill'd,