ACT I SCENE I
A room in the Duke''s palace.
[Enter the Duke Orsino, Curio and Lords, hearing music; the music ceases.]
DUKE OF ILLYRIA. 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;
''Tis 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 soever,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.
CURIO. Will you go hunt, my lord?
DUKE OF ILLYRIA. What, Curio?
CURIO. The hart.
DUKE OF ILLYRIA. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have.
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turned into a hart,
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E''er since pursue me.
第一幕 第一场
公爵府中一室。
（公爵、丘里奥、众臣同上；乐工随侍。）
公爵: 假如音乐是爱情的食粮，那么奏下去吧；尽量地奏下去，好让爱情因过饱噎塞而死。又奏起这个调子来了！它有一种渐渐消沉下去的节奏。啊！它经过我的耳畔，就像微风吹拂一丛紫罗兰，发出轻柔的声音，一面把花香偷走，一面又把花香分送。够了！别再奏下去了！它现在已经不像原来那样甜蜜了。爱情的精灵呀！你是多么敏感而活泼；虽然你有海一样的容量，可是无论怎样高贵超越的事物，一进了你的范围，便会在顷刻间失去了它的价值。爱情是这样充满了意象，在一切事物中是最富于幻想的。
丘里奥: 殿下，您要不要去打猎？
公爵: 什么，丘里奥？
丘里奥: 去打鹿。
公爵: 啊，一点不错，我的心就像是一头鹿。唉！当我第一眼瞧见奥丽维娅的时候，我觉得好像空气给她澄清了。那时我就变成了一头鹿；从此我的情欲像凶暴残酷的猎犬一样，永远追逐着我。
[Enter Valentine.]
DUKE OF ILLYRIA. How now! what news from her?
VALEN. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years'' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;But like a cloistress she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine; all this to season
A brother''s dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
DUKE OF ILLYRIA. 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 killed the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled,
Her sweet perfections, with one self king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flow''rs:
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bow''rs.
[Exeunt.]
（凡伦丁上。）
公爵: 怎样！她那边有什么消息？
凡伦丁: 启禀殿下，他们不让我进去，只从她的侍女嘴里传来了这一个答复：除非再过七个寒暑，就是青天也不能窥见她的全貌；她要像尼姑一样，蒙着面幕而行，每天用辛酸的眼泪浇洒她的卧室：这一切都是为着纪念对于一个死去的哥哥的爱，她要把对哥哥的爱永远活生生地保留在她悲伤的记忆里。
公爵： 哎！她有这么一颗优美的心，对于她的哥哥也会挚爱到这等地步。假如爱神那枝有力的金剑把她心里一切其他的感情一齐射死；假如只有一个唯一的君王占据着她的心肝头脑这些尊严的御座，这些珍美的财宝那时她将要怎样恋爱着啊！给我引道到芬芳的花丛；相思在花荫下格外情浓。
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