Page 538 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise
me?

VIOLA
I see you what you are, you are too proud:
But if you were the devil, you are fair.
My lord and master loves you: O, such love [240]

Could be but recompens’d, though you were crown’d
The nonpareil of beauty!

OLIVIA
How does he love me?

VIOLA
With adorations, fertile tears,

With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

OLIVIA

Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him. [245]
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg’d, free, learn’d, and valiant,

And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
A gracious person. But yet I cannot love him: [250]
He might have took his answer long ago.

VIOLA
If I did love you in my master’s flame,

With such a suff’ring, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense,
I would not understand it.

OLIVIA
Why, what would you? [255]

VIOLA
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,