IV. 2. 25. The word _Jove's_ has here probably been substituted for the original _God's_ in obedience to the statute against profanity. Read _'God's'_ and all is plain. 'How,' asks Diana, 'can you believe me if I swear by the purity and holiness of God to do an impure and unholy deed?' Johnson said in his note that he could hardly distinguish whether the reading of the first Folio were _Iove's_ or _Love's_. Ritson, who was not ashamed lusco dicere 'lusce,' taunted him bitterly. NOTE XVI. IV. 3. 55. Mr Singer says that the old copy (meaning the first Folio) misprints _selfe_ for _itselfe_. Mr Collier tells us that some copies of F1 have _itselfe_. All the copies we know of read it _selfe_. NOTE XVII. V. 2. 4. Warburton adopts Theobald's reading and copies in substance his note, but he has not claimed it in his copy of Theobald's edition. The conjecture was originally made in one of Theobald's letters to Warburton, Capell adopted the emendation, but afterwards repented. NOTE XVIII. EPILOGUE, 4. Mr Collier, in his second edition, quotes this substitution of 'succeeding' for 'exceeding,' but does not say by whom it was proposed. TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[9]. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. SEBASTIAN, brother to Viola. ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian. A Sea Captain, friend to Viola. VALENTINE, } }gentlemen attending on the Duke. CURIO, } SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia. SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK. MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia. FABIAN, } } servants to Olivia. FESTE, a Clown, } OLIVIA. VIOLA. MARIA, Olivia's woman. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. SCENE: _A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it._ FOOTNOTE: [9] First given by Rowe. See note (I). TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ACT I. 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, 5 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 10 Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical. 15 _Cur._ Will you go hunt, my lord? _Duke._ What, Curio? _Cur._ The hart.