Rob. Be you his page, and I your mute will be;
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Vio. I thank thee:—Lead me on.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A Room in Duke Orsino's Palace.
The Duke discovered, seated, and attended by Curio, and Gentlemen.
Duke. [Music.] If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.——
[Music.] That strain again;—it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odours.—
[Music.] Enough; no more; [He rises.
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. What, Curio?