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1:01;255,1[' ]| Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other
1:01;255,1[' ]| Lords.
1:01;255,1[A ]| If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on$5$,
1:01;255,1[A ]| Giue me excesse of it$6@2$: that$3$ surfetting,
1:01;255,1[A ]| The appetite may sicken, and so$5@2$ dye.
1:01;255,1[A ]| That$6@2$ straine agen, it$6@1$ had a dying fall:
1:01;255,1[A ]| O, it$6@1$ came ore my eare, like$4$ the sweet sound
1:01;255,1[A ]| That$6@1$ breathes upon$4$ a banke of Violets;
1:01;255,1[A ]| Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no$2$ more,
1:01;255,1[A ]| It$6@1$ is not so$5@1$ sweet now, as it$6@1$ was before.
1:01;255,1[A ]| O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,
1:01;255,1[A ]| That$6@1$ notwithstanding thy capacitie,
1:01;255,1[A ]| Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,
1:01;255,1[A ]| Of what validity, and pitch so*ere,
1:01;255,1[A ]| But falles into abatement, and low price
1:01;255,1[A ]| Euen in$4$ a minute; so$5@1$ full of shapes is fancie,
1:01;255,1[A ]| . . .
