Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Viola, a Captaine, and Saylors.
¶Vio. What Country (Friends) is this?
¶Cap. This is Illyria Ladie.
¶My brother he is in Elizium,
55Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you saylors?
¶Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance,
¶Hung on our driuing boate: I saw your brother
¶(Courage and hope both teaching him the practise)
65Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe,
¶I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues,
¶So long as I could see.
¶Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope,
¶The like of him. Know'st thou this Countrey?
¶Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne
¶Not three houres trauaile from this very place:
¶Vio. Who gouernes heere?
75Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name.
¶Vio. What is his name?
¶He was a Batchellor then.
¶For but a month ago I went from hence,
¶And then 'twas fresh in murmure (as you know
¶That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia.
¶Cap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count
¶In the protection of his sonne, her brother,
¶And company of men.
¶And might not be deliuered to the world
¶Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow
95What my estate is.
¶No, not the Dukes.
¶Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine,
100And though that nature, with a beauteous wall
¶Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee
¶With this thy faire and outward charracter.
¶I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteously)
105Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde,
¶The forme of my intent. Ile serue this Duke,
¶It may be worth thy paines: for I can sing,
¶That will allow me very worth his seruice.
¶What else may hap, to time I will commit,
¶Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee,
115When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
