The Works of William Shakespeare
Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2012 - 122 pages
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I.?An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter Duke, Curio, 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 south, 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, naught 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. Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ? Duke. What, Curio ? Cur. 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 tum'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 ? Val. 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 suppl...