Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition
Editor’s Note[Music.] Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other lordsLink 1
orsino If music be the food of love, play on,
2Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
3The appetite may sicken and so die.
Editor’s Note4That strain again, it had a dying fall.
Editor’s Note5O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
6That breathes upon a bank of violets,
7Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,[Music ceases]
8'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Editor’s Note9O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou
10That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Editor’s Note11Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,
Editor’s Note12Of what validity and pitch so e'er,
Editor’s Note13But falls into abatement and low price
pg 1830Editor’s Note14Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy
Editor’s Note15That it alone is high fantastical.Editor’s Note16
curio Will you go hunt, my lord?
orsino What, Curio?
curio The hart.17
orsino Why so I do, the noblest that I have.
Editor’s Note18O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first
Editor’s Note19Methought she purged the air of pestilence;
Editor’s Note20That instant was I turned into a hart,
Editor’s Note21And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
22E'er since pursue me.Enter Valentine
How now, what news from her?23
valentine So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
24But from her handmaid do return this answer:
Editor’s Note25The element itself till seven years' heat
Editor’s Note26Shall not behold her face at ample view,
Editor’s Note27But like a cloistress she will veilèd walk
28And water once a day her chamber round
Editor’s Note29With eye-offending brine––all this to season
Editor’s Note30A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
Editor’s Note31And lasting in her sad remembrance.Editor’s Note32
orsino O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
33To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
Editor’s Note34How will she love when the rich golden shaft
Editor’s Note35Hath killed the flock of all affections else
Editor’s Note36That live in her––when liver, brain, and heart,
Editor’s Note37These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and filled
Editor’s Note38Her sweet perfectïons with one self king!
39Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
40Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.Exeunt