A Room in the Duke's Palace.
 Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA as Cesario, CURIO, and OTHERS.

Duke Orsino	Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
	Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
	That old and antic 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-pacd 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 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,
	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.

Duke Orsino							Thou dost speak masterly.
	My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
	Hath stayed upon some favour that it loves.
	Hath it not, boy?

Viola						A little, by your favour.

Duke Orsino	What kind of woman is't?

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,
	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.

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 displayed, doth fall that very hour.

Viola	And so they are. Alas, that they are so!
	To die, even when they to perfection grow.

                        Re-enter CURIO with FESTE.

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,
	Do use to chant it. It is silly sooth,
	And dallies with the innocence of love,
	Like the old age.

Feste	Are you ready, sir?

Duke Orsino	Ay; prithee sing.
														[Music.
Feste	[Sings.]	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.

Duke Orsino	There's for thy pains.
														[Giving money.
Feste	No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Duke Orsino	I'll pay thy pleasure then.

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

Duke Orsino	Give me now leave to leave thee.

Feste	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 everything and their intent everywhere, 
	for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. 
	Farewell.
														[Exit.
Duke Orsino	Let all the rest give place.
									 [Exeunt all but ORSINO and VIOLA.

									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 bestowed 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.

Viola	But if she cannot love you, sir?

Duke Orsino	I cannot be so answered.

Viola							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 answered?

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
	So big to hold so much: they lack retention.
	Alas, their love may be called appetite,
	No motion of the liver, but the palate,
	That suffers 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.

Viola							Ay, but I know-

Duke Orsino	What dost thou know?

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.

Duke Orsino							And what's her history?

Viola	A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
	But let concealment, like a worm i'th bud,
	Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
	And with a green and yellow melancholy
	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.

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.
	To her in haste. Give her this jewel. Say
	My love can give no place, bide no denay.
														[Exeunt.
