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Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.
VIOLA.
What country, friends, is this?
CAPTAIN.
This is Illyria, lady.
VIOLA.
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown’d. What think you, sailors?
CAPTAIN.
It is perchance that you yourself were sav’d.
VIOLA.
O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
CAPTAIN.
True, madam; and to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and those 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.
VIOLA.
For saying so, there’s gold!
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, The like of him. Know’st thou this country?
CAPTAIN.
Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born Not three hours’ travel from this very place.
VIOLA.
Who governs here?
CAPTAIN.
A noble duke, in nature as in name.
VIOLA.
What is his name?
CAPTAIN.
Orsino.
VIOLA.
Orsino! I have heard my father name him.
He was a bachelor then.
CAPTAIN.
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.
VIOLA.
What’s she?
CAPTAIN.
A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Who shortly also died; for whose dear love
They say, she hath abjur’d the company
And sight of men.
VIOLA.
O that I served that lady, And might not be delivered to the world, Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.
CAPTAIN.
That were hard to compass,
