Twelfth Night

SCENE I. An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.-Enough; no more; 'Tis not so swee...