Act I, Scene 2
The sea-coast.
Enter VIOLA, a CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
VIOLA
What country, friends, is this?
CAPTAIN
This is Illyria, lady.
VIOLA
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drowned--What think you, sailors? 5
CAPTAIN
It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
VIOLA
O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
CAPTAIN
True, madam; and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and those poor number saved with you, 10
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, 15
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
VIOLA
For saying so, there's gold!
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority, 20
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
CAPTAIN
Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
VIOLA
Who governs here?
CAPTAIN
A noble duke, in nature 25
As in name.
VIOLA
What is his name?
CAPTAIN
Orsino.
VIOLA
Orsino! I have heard my father name him.
He was a bachelor then. 30
CAPTAIN
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 35
The love of fair Olivia.
VIOLA
What's she?
CAPTAIN
A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother, 40
Who shortly also died; for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjured the company
And sight of men.
VIOLA
O that I served that lady!
And might not be delivered to the world, 45
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.
CAPTAIN
That were hard to compass:
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's. 50
VIOLA
There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character. 55
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 an eunuch to him; 60
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 silence to my wit. 65
CAPTAIN
Be you his eunuch and your mute I'll be;
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
VIOLA
I thank thee. Lead me on.
Exeunt.
Twelfth Night I.i : Twelfth Night I.iii