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Twelfth Night

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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.
But I just can’t love him. He should have resigned himself to that a long time ago.



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VIOLA
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.
VIOLA
If I loved you as passionately as my master does, and suffered like he does, your rejection would make no sense to me. I wouldn’t understand it.

OLIVIA
   Why, what would you?
OLIVIA
What would you do about it?




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VIOLA
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.
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out “Olivia!” Oh, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.
VIOLA
I’d build myself a sad little cabin near your house, where my soul’s imprisoned. From that cabin I’d call out to my soul. I’d write sad songs about unrequited love and sing them loudly in the middle of the night. I’d shout your name to the hills and make the air echo with your name, “Olivia!” Oh, you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without feeling sorry for me.


OLIVIA
   You might do much.
What is your parentage?
OLIVIA
Not bad; you might accomplish something. Who are your parents?


VIOLA
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well.
I am a gentleman.
VIOLA
I was born to a higher position than I’ve got now. But I’m still fairly high-ranking. I’m a gentleman.



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OLIVIA
   Get you to your lord.
I cannot love him. Let him send no more—
Unless perchance you come to me again
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well.
I thank you for your pains. Spend this for me.
OLIVIA
Go back to your lord. I can’t love him. Tell him not to send any more messengers—unless you feel like coming back to tell me how he took the bad news. Goodbye. Thanks for your trouble. Here’s some money for you.
OLIVIA offers VIOLA money
OLIVIA offers VIOLA money

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