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ORSINO, duke of ILLYRIA.
SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to VIOLA.
VALENTINE, } gentlemen attending on the duke.
Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle of OLIVIA.
MALVOLIO, steward to OLIVIA.
servants to OLIVIA.
OLIVIA, a rich countess.
VIOLA, in love with the duke.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE, a city in ILLYRIA; and the sea coast near it.
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Of what validity and pitch soever.] Validity is here used for value. MALONE, who reads soe'er.
2 That it alone is high-fantastical.] High-fantastical, means fantastical to the height.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
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.— How now? what news from her?
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
The element itself, till seven years heat,] Heat for heated. The air, till it shall have been warmed by seven revolutions of the sun, shall not, &c.
4 (Her sweet perfections,)] Liver, brain, and heart, are admitted in poetry as the residence of passions, judgement, and sentiments. These are what Shakspeare calls, her sweet, perfections, though he has not very clearly expressed what he might design to have said. STEEVENS.
Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
+ Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance, he is not drown'd:- What think you, sailors?
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born,
Vio. Who governs here?
A noble duke, in nature,
As in his name.
What is his name?
+ "This is Illyria, lady." MALONE.
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
5 That will allow me
To allow is to approve.