TWELFTH NIGHT. JULIA MARLOWE AS VIOLA. The accompanying picture of Miss Marlowe possesses all the grace and charm of a well-composed portrait from a master-brush. As the young page in love with the mourning Countess Olivia this sympathetic actress has found a rôle which seems ordained for her by nature. OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. SCENE I. The DUKE's palace. Enter DUKE, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, 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, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Cur. The hart. ΙΟ *Value.. What, Curio? Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence! That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, Enter VALENTINE. 20 How now! what news from her? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted; But from her handmaid do return this answer: |