Act 2, Scene 4
A room in Duke Orsino’s palace.
- Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
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- 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
- Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
- Come, but one verse.
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- He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing
- Who was it?
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- Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia’s
- father took much delight in. He is about the house.
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- 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,
- Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
- Save in the constant image of the creature
- That is belov’d. How dost thou like this tune?
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- It gives a very echo to the seat
- Where Love is thron’d.
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- Thou dost speak masterly.
- My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye
- Hath stay’d upon some favor that it loves.
- Hath it not, boy?
- A little, by your favor.
- What kind of woman is’t?
- Of your complexion.
- She is not worth thee then. What years, i’ faith?
- About your years, my lord.
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- Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take
- An elder than herself, so wears she to him;
- 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.
- I think it well, my lord.
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- Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
- Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
- For women are as roses, whose fair flow’r
- Being once display’d, doth fall that very hour.
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- And so they are; alas, that they are so!
- To die, even when they to perfection grow!
- Enter Curio and Clown.
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- 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,
- Do use to chaunt it. It is silly sooth,
- And dallies with the innocence of love,
- Like the old age.
- Are you ready, sir?
- Ay, prithee sing.
- Music. The Song
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- Come 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.
- There’s for thy pains.
- No pains, sir, I take pleasure in singing, sir.
- I’ll pay thy pleasure then.
- Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
- Give me now leave to leave thee.
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- 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 it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
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- 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,
- 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.
- But if she cannot love you, sir?
- I cannot be so answer’d.
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- Sooth, but you must.
- Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
- Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
- As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her;
- You tell her so. Must she not then be answer’d?
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- 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
- 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,
- And can digest as much. Make no compare
- Between that love a woman can bear me
- And that I owe Olivia.
- Ay, but I know—
- What dost thou know?
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- Too well what love women to men may owe;
- In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
- My father had a daughter lov’d a man
- As it might be perhaps, were I a woman,
- I should your lordship.
- And what’s her history?
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- A blank, my lord; she never told her love,
- But let concealment like a worm i’ th’ bud
- Feed on her damask cheek; she pin’d in thought,
- And with a green and yellow melancholy
- She sate 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.
- But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
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- 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?
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- Ay, that’s the theme,
- To her in haste; give her this jewel; say
- My love can give no place, bide no denay.