Twelfth Night: Act 1, Scene 2

Enter VIOLA, a Captain, and Sailors

      VIOLA       
1.2.1      What country, friends, is this?   
        
      Captain   
      This is Illyria, lady.   Illyria A region on the east coast of the
         Adriatic Sea.
      VIOLA   
      And what should I do in Illyria?   
      My brother he is in Elysium.   Elysium The abode of the blessed dead.
1.2.5      Perchance he is not drown'd—what think you, sailors?     Perchance Perhaps
         
      Captain   
      It is perchance that you yourself were saved.   perchance by chance
         
      VIOLA   
      O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.   
         
      Captain   
      True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,   chance possible good luck
      Assure yourself, after our ship did split,   
1.2.10      When you and those poor number saved with you   poor number few people
      Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,   driving driven by, at the mercy of, the sea
      Most provident in peril, bind himself,   
      Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,   
      To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;   lived floated
1.2.15      Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,   Arion >>>
      I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves   
      So long as I could see.   
         
      VIOLA   
      For saying so, there's gold:   there's gold Viola gives the Captain money.
      Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,   unfoldeth reveals
1.2.20      Whereto thy speech serves for authority,   authority precedent, evidence
      The like of him. Know'st thou this country?   The like of him the possibility that her brother
         escaped as she did
      Captain   
      Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born   
      Not three hours' travel from this very place.   
         
      VIOLA   
      Who governs here?   
         
      Captain   
1.2.25      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   
1.2.30      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,   murmur rumor
      What great ones do the less will prattle of,—   great ones nobles | the less commoners
      That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.   
         
      VIOLA   
1.2.35      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,   
1.2.40      They say, she hath abjured the company   
      And sight of men.   
         
      VIOLA   
                            O that I served that lady   
      And might not be delivered to the world,   delivered revealed
      Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,   mellow ripe
      What my estate is!   estate position in life >>>
         
      Captain   
                             That were hard to compass;   
1.2.45      Because she will admit no kind of suit,   she will admit no kind of suit she will not listen
      No, not the duke's.   to any kind of request
         
      VIOLA   
      There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;   fair behavior good appearance
      And though that nature with a beauteous wall   
      Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee   
1.2.50      I will believe thou hast a mind that suits       
      With this thy fair and outward character.   suits / With matches
      I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,   prithee pray you, earnestly request of you
      Conceal me what I am, and be my aid   
      For such disguise as haply shall become   haply perhaps | become be suited to
1.2.55      The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:   form of my intent nature of my purpose
      Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:   eunuch boy neutered to preserve his soprano
      It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing   singing voice
      And speak to him in many sorts of music   
      That will allow me very worth his service.   allow prove
1.2.60      What else may hap to time I will commit;   hap happen, chance to occur
      Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.   shape thou thy silence to my wit fit your silence
         to my plan
      Captain   
      Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:   mute silent servant
      When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.   
         
      VIOLA   
1.2.64      I thank thee: lead me on.   
       
     Exeunt