12th Night Act 1
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- 2. If I did love you in my master's flame, With such a suffering, such a deadly life, In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it.
- 3. Why, what would you?
- 1. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him; Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth' In voices well divulged, free, learned, and valiant; And in dimension and the shape of nature A gracious person; but yet I cannot love him. He might have took his answer long ago.
- 5. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse; My master not myself, lacks recompense. Love make his heart of flint that you shall love, and let your fervour, like my master's, be placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty
- 3. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.
- 1. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest between the elements of air and earth. But you should pity me!
- 4. Get to your lord; I cannot love him. Let him send no more, unless, perchance, you come to see me again, to tell me how he takes it. Fare you well; I thank you for your pains; spend this for me.
- 2. You might do much. What is your parentage?
- 'What is your parentage?' 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well; I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn though art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast; sot! soft! - Unless master were the man. Now! now! Even so quickly mat one catch the plague? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections, with an invisible and subtle stealth to creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
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