What country, friends, is this?

This is Illyria, lady.

And what should I do in Illyria?

1.2.454My brother he is in Elysium.

1.2.555Perchance he is not drowned--what think you, sailors?

It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

Oh, my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.

True, madam, and to comfort you with chance,

1.2.959Assure your self, after our ship did split,

1.2.1060When you, and those poor number saved with you,

1.2.1161Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

1.2.1262Most provident in peril, bind himself--

1.2.1363Courage and hope both teaching him the practice--

1.2.1464To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;

1.2.1565Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

1.2.1666I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves

1.2.1767So long as I could see.

[Giving him gold] For saying so, there's gold.

1.2.1969Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

1.2.2070Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

1.2.2171The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born

1.2.2373Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Who governs here?

A noble duke, in nature as in name.

What is his name?

Orsino.

Orsino! I have heard my father name him.

1.2.2979He was a bachelor then.

And so is now, or was so very late;

1.2.3181For but a month ago I went from hence,

1.2.3282And then 'twas fresh in murmur (as you know,

1.2.3383What great ones do, the less will prattle of)

1.2.3484That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

What's she?

A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count

1.2.3787That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her

1.2.3888In the protection of his son, her brother,

1.2.3989Who shortly also died; for whose dear love,

1.2.4090They say, she hath abjured the sight

1.2.4191And company of men.

Oh, that I served that lady,

1.2.4393And might not be delivered to the world

1.2.4494Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

1.2.4595What my estate is!

What my estate is! That were hard to compass,

1.2.4697Because she will admit no kind of suit,

1.2.4798No, not the duke's.

There is a fair behavior in thee, Captain;

1.2.49100And though that nature with a beauteous wall

1.2.50101Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

1.2.51102I will believe thou hast a mind that suits

1.2.52103With this thy fair and outward character.

1.2.53104I prithee--and I'll pay thee bounteously--

1.2.54105Conceal me what I am, and be my aid

1.2.55106For such disguise as haply shall become

1.2.56107The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke.

1.2.57108Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him--

1.2.58109It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing,

1.2.59110And speak to him in many sorts of music,

1.2.60111That will allow me very worth his service.

1.2.61112What else may hap, to time I will commit,

1.2.62113Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be;

1.2.64115When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

I thank thee. Lead me on.