Twelfth Night or, What You Will

Twelfth Night; or, What You Will

Rob. True, madam; and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, [pg6] When you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung 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 waves, So long as I could see. Rob. 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. Rob. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjured the company And sight of men. Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And, I believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke; Thou shalt present me as a page unto him, Of gentle breeding, and my name, Cesario: That trunk, the reliques of my sea-drown'd brother, Will furnish man's apparel to my need: It may be worth thy pains: for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap, to time I will commit; Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 38901
Author: Kemble, John Philip
Release Date: Feb 16, 2012
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Contributor (Author): Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616