ACT I.

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      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;

       ‘T is not so sweet now as it was before.

       O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

       That, notwithstanding thy capacity

       Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

       Of what validity and pitch soe’er,

       But falls