Twelfth Night w/ Direct link technology (A Classic Western Drama)

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 sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soever, Bu...