Twelfth Night

  • Twelfth Night: Act 1, Scene 1

  • Illyria. A room in Duke Orsino's palace.

  • (Duke of Illyria; Curio; Lords; Musicians; Valentine)

  • Enter Orsino, Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords; Musicians attending.

  • Profile Picture of Orsino in Twelfth Night

    Orsino

    If music be the food of love, play on,

  • Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,

  • The appetite may sicken, and so die.

  • That strain again, it had a dying fall;

  • O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound

  • That breathes upon a bank of violets,

  • Profile Picture of Orsino in Twelfth Night

    Orsino

    Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more,

  • 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

  • O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,

  • That notwithstanding thy capacity

  • Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

  • Of what validity and pitch soe'er,

  • Profile Picture of Orsino in Twelfth Night

    Orsino

    But falls into abatement and low price

  • Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy

  • That it alone is high fantastical.

  • Profile Picture of Curio in Twelfth Night

    Curio

    Will you go hunt, my lord?