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!' O, You should not rest Between the elements of air and earth But you should pity me.
Related Characters:Viola (Cesario) (speaker), Orsino, Olivia
What is love? Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty: Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Related Characters:Orsino (speaker), Viola (Cesario)
Viola: My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Orsino: And what's her history? Viola: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Related Characters:Viola (Cesario) (speaker), Orsino (speaker)
Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck and gull That e'er invention played on? Tell me why.