TWELFTH NIGHT 2.4

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TWELFTH NIGHT 2.4

DUKE ORSINO's palace.

[Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others]

DUKE ORSINO Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,

That old and antique song we heard last night:

Methought it did relieve my passion much,

More than light airs and recollected terms 5

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:

Come, but one verse.

CURIO He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.

DUKE ORSINO Who was it?

CURIO Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady 10

Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

DUKE ORSINO Seek him out, and play the tune the while.

[Exit CURIO. Music plays]

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me;

For such as I am all true lovers are, 15

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Save in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

VIOLA It gives a very echo to the seat

Where Love is throned. 20

DUKE ORSINO Thou dost speak masterly:

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye

Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:

Hath it not, boy?

VIOLA A little, by your favour.

DUKE ORSINO What kind of woman is't? 25

VIOLA Of your complexion.

DUKE ORSINO She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

VIOLA About your years, my lord.

DUKE ORSINO Too old by heaven: let still the woman take

An elder than herself: so wears she to him, 30

So sways she level in her husband's heart:

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,

Than women's are. 35

VIOLA I think it well, my lord.

DUKE ORSINO Then let thy love be younger than thyself,

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;

For women are as roses, whose fair flower

Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

VIOLA And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40

To die, even when they to perfection grow!

[Re-enter CURIO and Clown]

DUKE ORSINO O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.

Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 45

Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of love,

Like the old age.

Clown Are you ready, sir?

DUKE ORSINO Ay; prithee, sing. 50

[Music]

SONG.

ClownCome away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there!

DUKE ORSINO There's for thy pains.

Clown No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.

DUKE ORSINO I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Clown Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

DUKE ORSINO Give me now leave to leave thee. 55

Clown Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the

tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for

thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such

constancy put to sea, that their business might be

every thing and their intent every where; for that's 60

it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

[Exit]

DUKE ORSINO Let all the rest give place.

[CURIO and Attendants retire]

Once more, Cesario,

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:

Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, 65

Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems

That nature pranks her in attracts my soul. 70

VIOLA But if she cannot love you, sir?

DUKE ORSINO I cannot be so answer'd.

VIOLA Sooth, but you must.

Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,

Hath for your love a great a pang of heart 75

As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;

You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

DUKE ORSINO There is no woman's sides

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 80

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,

No motion of the liver, but the palate,

That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;

But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 85

And can digest as much: make no compare

Between that love a woman can bear me

And that I owe Olivia.

VIOLA Ay, but I know--

DUKE ORSINO What dost thou know? 90

VIOLA Too well what love women to men may owe:

In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

My father had a daughter loved a man,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

I should your lordship. 95

DUKE ORSINO And what's her history?

VIOLA A blank, my lord. She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,

And with a green and yellow melancholy 100

She sat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

We men may say more, swear more: but indeed

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove

Much in our vows, but little in our love. 105

DUKE ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

VIOLA I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.

Sir, shall I to this lady?

DUKE ORSINO Ay, that's the theme. 110

To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,

My love can give no place, bide no denay.

[Exeunt]

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DUKE ORSINO	Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
	Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
	That old and antique song we heard last night:
	Methought it did relieve my passion much,
	More than light airs and recollected terms	5
	Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
	Come, but one verse.

CURIO		Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady	10
		Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

DUKE ORSINO	Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
	[Exit CURIO. Music plays]
	Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
	In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
	For such as I am all true lovers are,	15
	Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
	Save in the constant image of the creature
	That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

VIOLA		It gives a very echo to the seat
		Where Love is throned.	20

DUKE ORSINO		Thou dost speak masterly:
		My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
		Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
		Hath it not, boy?

DUKE ORSINO	Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
	An elder than herself: so wears she to him,	30
	So sways she level in her husband's heart:
	For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
	Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
	More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
	Than women's are.	35

DUKE ORSINO		Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
		Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
		For women are as roses, whose fair flower
		Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

VIOLA	And so they are: alas, that they are so;	40
	To die, even when they to perfection grow!
	[Re-enter CURIO and Clown]

DUKE ORSINO	O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
	Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
	The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
	And the free maids that weave their thread with bones	45
	Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
	And dallies with the innocence of love,
	Like the old age.

DUKE ORSINO	Ay; prithee, sing.	50
	[Music]

	SONG.
	ClownCome away, come away, death,
	And in sad cypress let me be laid;
	Fly away, fly away breath;
	I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
	My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
	O, prepare it!
	My part of death, no one so true
	Did share it.
	Not a flower, not a flower sweet
	On my black coffin let there be strown;
	Not a friend, not a friend greet
	My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
	A thousand thousand sighs to save,
	Lay me, O, where
	Sad true lover never find my grave,
	To weep there!

Clown	Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
	tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
	thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
	constancy put to sea, that their business might be
	every thing and their intent every where; for that's	60
	it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
	[Exit]

DUKE ORSINO	Let all the rest give place.
	[CURIO and Attendants retire]
	Once more, Cesario,
	Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
	Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,	65
	Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
	The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
	Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
	But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
	That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.	70

VIOLA	Sooth, but you must.
	Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
	Hath for your love a great a pang of heart	75
	As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
	You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

DUKE ORSINO	There is no woman's sides
	Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
	As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart	80
	So big, to hold so much; they lack retention
	Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,
	No motion of the liver, but the palate,
	That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
	But mine is all as hungry as the sea,	85
	And can digest as much: make no compare
	Between that love a woman can bear me
	And that I owe Olivia.

VIOLA	Too well what love women to men may owe:
	In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
	My father had a daughter loved a man,
	As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
	I should your lordship.	95

VIOLA	A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
	But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
	Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
	And with a green and yellow melancholy	100
	She sat like patience on a monument,
	Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
	We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
	Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
	Much in our vows, but little in our love.	105

VIOLA		I am all the daughters of my father's house,
		And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
		Sir, shall I to this lady?

DUKE ORSINO	Ay, that's the theme.	110
	To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
	My love can give no place, bide no denay.
	[Exeunt]

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