TWELFTH NIGHT;
OR,
WHAT YOU WILL.
A COMEDY.
IN FIVE ACTS;
By WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
REVISED BY
J. P. KEMBLE.
AS NOW PERFORMED AT THE
THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND
BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW.
Edinburgh:
Printed by James Ballantyne and Co.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
Gentlemen.—Musicians.—Sailors.—Servants.
Scene—A City in Illyria, and the Sea-coast near it.
TWELFTH NIGHT;
OR,
WHAT YOU WILL.
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.
The Sea-coast.
Enter Viola, Roberto, and two Sailors, carrying a Trunk.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Rob. This is Illyria, lady.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance, he is not drown'd:—What think you, sailors?
Rob. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved.
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance may he be.
