Duk.
If musick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so dye.—
That strain again; it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south ^note,
That breaths upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.—Enough; no more; [Musick ceases.
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love,14Q0431 how quick and fresh art thou;
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

Cur.
Will you go hunt, my lord?

Duk.
What, Curio?

Cur.
The hart.

Duk.
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)
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.—How now? what news from her? Enter Valentine.

Val.
So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her hand-maid do return this answer:
The element itself, 'till seven years hence, ^note
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber's round ^note
With eye-offending brine: all this, to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh,
And lasting, in her sad remembrance. ^note

Duk.
O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign ^note thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd,
(Her sweet perfection ^note) with one self-same ^note king!—
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowers.

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