Act 1, Scene 4
A Room in the DUKE'S Palace.
- [Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire.]
- Valentine
- 227 If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario,
- 228 you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three
- 229 days, and already you are no stranger.
- Viola
- 230 You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call
- 231 in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir,
- 232 in his favours?
- Valentine
- 233 No, believe me.
- [Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants.]
- Viola
- 234 I thank you. Here comes the count.
- Orsino
- 235 Who saw Cesario, ho?
- Viola
- 236 On your attendance, my lord; here.
- Orsino
- 237 Stand you awhile aloof.—Cesario,
- 238 Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
- 239 To thee the book even of my secret soul:
- 240 Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
- 241 Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
- 242 And tell them there thy fixed foot shall grow
- 243 Till thou have audience.
- Viola
- 244 Sure, my noble lord,
- 245 If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
- 246 As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
- Orsino
- 247 Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds,
- 248 Rather than make unprofited return.
- Viola
- 249 Say I do speak with her, my lord. What then?
- Orsino
- 250 O, then unfold the passion of my love,
- 251 Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
- 252 It shall become thee well to act my woes;
- 253 She will attend it better in thy youth
- 254 Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
- Viola
- 255 I think not so, my lord.
- Orsino
- 256 Dear lad, believe it,
- 257 For they shall yet belie thy happy years
- 258 That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
- 259 Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
- 260 Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
- 261 And all is semblative a woman's part.
- 262 I know thy constellation is right apt
- 263 For this affair:—some four or five attend him:
- 264 All, if you will; for I myself am best
- 265 When least in company:—prosper well in this,
- 266 And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
- 267 To call his fortunes thine.
- Viola
- 268 I'll do my best
- 269 To woo your lady.
- [Aside]
- Viola
- 270 Yet, a barful strife!
- 271 Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.