51Vio. What Country (Friends) is this?

52Cap. This is Illyria Ladie.

53Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?

54My brother he is in Elizium,

55Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you saylors?

56Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued.

57Vio. O my poore brother, and so perchance may he be.

58Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance,

59Assure your selfe, after our ship did split,

60When you, and those poore number saued with you,

61Hung on our driuing boate: I saw your brother

62Most prouident in perill, binde himselfe,

63(Courage and hope both teaching him the practise)

64To a strong Maste, that liu'd vpon the sea:

65Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe,

66I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues,

67So long as I could see.

68Vio. For saying so, there's Gold:

69Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope,

70Whereto thy speech serues for authoritie

71The like of him. Know'st thou this Countrey?

72Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne

73Not three houres trauaile from this very place:

74Vio. Who gouernes heere?

75Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name.

76Vio. What is his name?

77Cap. Orsino.

78Vio, Orsino: I haue heard my father name him.

79He was a Batchellor then.

80Cap. And so is now, or was so very late:

81For but a month ago I went from hence,

82And then 'twas fresh in murmure (as you know

83What great ones do, the lesse will prattle of,)

84That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia.

85Vio. What's shee?

86Cap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count

87That dide some tweluemonth since, then leauing her

88In the protection of his sonne, her brother,

89Who shortly also dide: for whose deere loue

90(They say) she hath abiur'd the sight

91And company of men.

92Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady,

93And might not be deliuered to the world

256 Twelfe Night, or, What you will.

94Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow

95What my estate is.

96Cap. That were hard to compasse,

97Because she will admit no kinde of suite,

98No, not the Dukes.

99Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine,

100And though that nature, with a beauteous wall

101Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee

102I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites

103With this thy faire and outward charracter.

104I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteously)

105Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde,

106For such disguise as haply shall become

107The forme of my intent. Ile serue this Duke,

108Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him,

109It may be worth thy paines: for I can sing,

110And speake to him in many sorts of Musicke,

111That will allow me very worth his seruice.

112What else may hap, to time I will commit,

113Onely shape thou thy silence to my wit.

114Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee,

115When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

116Vio. I thanke thee: Lead me on. Exeunt