• Enter ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others

    ORSINO

    Give me some music. (music plays)
    Now, good morrow, friends.—
    Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
    That old and antique song we heard last night.
    5Methought it did relieve my passion much,
    More than light airs and recollected terms
    Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
    Come, but one verse.

    CURIO

    He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.

    ORSINO

    10Who was it?

    CURIO

    Feste, the jester, my lord, a fool that the lady Olivia’s father took much delight in. He is about the house.

    ORSINO

    Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
    Exit CURIO. Music plays
    (to VIOLA) Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
    15In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
    For such as I am, all true lovers are,
    Unstaid and skittish in all motions else
    Save in the constant image of the creature
    That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

    VIOLA

    20It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where Love is throned.
  • ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and others enter.

    ORSINO

    Play me some music. (music plays) Good morning, my friends.—Have them sing me that song again, Cesario, that old-fashioned song someone sang last night. It made me feel better and took my mind off my troubles much better than the silly songs they sing nowadays. Please, have them sing just one verse.

    CURIO

    Sir, the person who should sing that song isn’t here.

    ORSINO

    Who was it?

    CURIO

    Feste, the jester, my lord. Olivia’s father used to like him. He’s somewhere else in the house.

    ORSINO

    Then go find him. Meanwhile, play the tune.
    CURIO exits. Music plays.
    (to VIOLA) Come here, boy. If you ever fall in love and feel the bittersweet pain it brings, think of me. Because the way I am now, moody and unable to focus on anything except the face of the woman I love, is exactly how all true lovers are. What do you think of this song?

    VIOLA

    It really makes you feel what a lover feels.