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ACT THE FIRST
SCENE IV

A Room in Duke Orsino's Palace.
Enter Valentine, and Viola in Man's Attire.

Val. If the duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

Val. No, believe me.

Vio. I thank you. – Here comes the duke.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Gentlemen.

Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?

Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.

Duke. Stand you awhile aloof. – Cesario,

Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd

To thee the book even of my secret soul:

Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;

Be not denied access, stand at her doors,

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,

Till thou have audience.

Vio. Sure, my noble lord,

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow

As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,

Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord. What then?

Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love.

Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:

It shall become thee well to act my woes;

She will attend it better in thy youth,

Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct.

Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,

That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe

Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound:

I know, thy constellation is right apt

For this affair: – Go: – prosper well in this,

And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,

To call his fortunes thine.

[Exeunt Duke, Curio, Valentine, and Gentlemen.

Vio. I'll do my best,

To woo his lady: yet, – a barful strife! —

Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

[Exit.