Vio.
What country, Sir, is this?

Cap.
Illyria, lady.

Vio.
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd.

Cap.
It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd.

Vio.
O my poor brother! so perchance may he be.

Cap.
True, madam: and to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor number sav'd 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 liv'd 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.

Vio.
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. And knowest thou this country?

Cap.
Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours travel from this very place.

Vio.
Who governs here?

Cap.
A noble duke, in nature,
As in his name.

Vio.
What is his name?

Cap.
Orsino.

Vio.
Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
He was a bachelor, then.

Cap.
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.

Vio.
What's she?

Cap.
A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count,
That dy'd some twelve months since, then leaving her,
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also dy'd: for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
And sight of men.

Vio.
O that I serv'd that lady,
And't might not be deliver'd to the world,

'Till I had made my own occasion mellow
What my estate is* ^note!

Cap.
That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit;
No, not the duke's.

Vio.
There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And tho' 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.
I pr'ythee, 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† ^note;
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.

Cap.
Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!

Vio.
I thank thee; lead me on. [Exeunt.

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