Scene I. An apartment in the Duke'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! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet [sound],
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.