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• Twelfth-night; Or, What You Will: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: A Room In Theduke’spalace. Enterduke, Curio, Lords; Musicians Attending.
• Scene II.—: The Sea-coast.
• Scene III.—: A Room Inolivia’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: A Room In Theduke’spalace.
• Scene V.—: A Room Inolivia’shouse.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: The Sea-coast.
• Scene II.—: A Street.
• Scene III.—: A Room Inolivia’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: A Room In Theduke’spalace.
• Scene V.—: Olivia’sgarden.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Olivia’sgarden.
• Scene II.—: A Room Inolivia’shouse.
• Scene III.—: A Street.
• Scene IV.—: Olivia’sgarden.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: The Street Adjoiningolivia’shouse.
• Scene II.—: A Room Inolivia’shouse.
• Scene III.—: Olivia’sgarden.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: The Street Beforeolivia’shouse. Enter Clown Andfabian.

Scene IV.—

A Room in theDuke’sPalace.

EnterValentine,andViolain man’s attire.

Val.

If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Vio.

You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

Val.

No, believe me.

Vio.

I thank you. Here comes the count.

EnterDuke, Curio,and Attendants.

Duke.

Who saw Cesario? ho!

Vio.

On your attendance, my lord; here.

Duke.

Stand you awhile aloof. Cesario,

Thou know’st no less but all; I have unclasp’d

To thee the book even of my secret soul:

Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her,

Be not denied access, stand at her doors,

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow

Till thou have audience.

Vio.

Sure, my noble lord,

If she be so abandon’d to her sorrow

As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke.

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds

Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio.

Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

Duke.

O! then unfold the passion of my love;

Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:

It shall become thee well to act my woes;

She will attend it better in thy youth

Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.

Vio.

I think not so, my lord.

Duke.

Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years

That say thou art a man: Diana’s lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe

Is as the maiden’s organ, shrill and sound;

And all is semblative a woman’s part.

I know thy constellation is right apt

For this affair. Some four or five attend him;

All, if you will; for I myself am best

When least in company. Prosper well in this,

And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,

To call his fortunes thine.

Vio.

I’ll do my best

To woo your lady: [Aside] yet, a barful strife!

Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.

[Exeunt.