作词 : William Shakespeare/Ludwig

作曲 : 闻楚Miss Knight

what should I do in Illyria?

My brother he is in Elysium.

Perchance he is not drown'd

Oh, my poor brother,

and so perchance may he be

For saying so, there's gold:

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

Whereto thus speech serves for authority,

The like of him.

A noble duke,

in nature as in name.

That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

A virtuous maid,

the daughter of a count her brother, Who was died:

for whose dear love,

They say, she hath abjured the company And sight of men.

I'll serve this duke:

present me as an eunuch to him:

for I can sing and speak to him in many sorts of music

That will allow me very worth his service.

unfold the passion of his love,

Surprise her with discourse of his dear faith:

I’ll do my best and woo his lady

yet, a barful strife!

Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.