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- It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
- CAPTAIN This is Illyria, lady.
- VIOLA What country, friends, is this?
- My brother he is in Elysium.Perchance he is not drowned.—What think you,sailors?
- O, my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.
- True, madam. And to comfort you with chance,Assure yourself, after our ship did split,When you and those poor number saved with youHung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,Most provident in peril, bind himself(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)To a strong mast that lived upon the sea,Where, like Arion on the dolphin’s back,I saw him hold acquaintance with the wavesSo long as I could see.
- Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and bornNot three hours’ travel from this very place.
- For saying so, there’s gold.Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,Whereto thy speech serves for authority,The like of him. Know’st thou this country?
- What's she?
- Orsino. I have heard my father name him.He was a bachelor then.
- What is his name?
- Who governs here?
- And so is now, or was so very late;For but a month ago I went from hence,And then ’twas fresh in murmur (as, you know,What great ones do the less will prattle of)That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
- A noble duke, in nature as in name.
- Orsino
- O, that I served that lady,And might not be delivered to the worldTill I had made mine own occasion mellow,What my estate is.
- That were hard to compassBecause she will admit no kind of suit,No, not the Duke’s.
- A virtuous maid, the daughter of a countThat died some twelvemonth since, then leaving herIn the protection of his son, her brother,Who shortly also died, for whose dear love,They say, she hath abjured the sightAnd company of men.
- Be you his eunuch, and your mute I’ll be.When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
- There is a fair behavior in thee, captain,And though that nature with a beauteous wallDoth oft close in pollution, yet of theeI will believe thou hast a mind that suitsWith this thy fair and outward character.I prithee—and I’ll pay thee bounteously—Conceal me what I am, and be my aidFor such disguise as haply shall becomeThe form of my intent. I’ll serve this duke.Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.It may be worth thy pains, for I can singAnd speak to him in many sorts of musicThat will allow me very worth his service.What else may hap, to time I will commit.Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
- I thank thee. Lead me on.
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