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Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, tragedies & poems
Scene 1.— The Dvxke's Palace.
Enter Duke, Curio, and other Lords ; Musicians attending.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again 1 it had a dying fall* ; rcadence O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet soimd That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough, no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick* and fresh art [lively
thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there. Of what validity and pitch* soe'er, [excellence
But falls into abatement and low price. Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.
Ctcr. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
Duke. What, Cnrio ?
Cur. The hart.
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have ; O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first. Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence I
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