Page 539 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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, [260]

And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out ‘Olivia!’ O, you should rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.

OLIVIA

You might do much.
What is your parentage? [265]

VIOLA
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.

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: [270]
I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

VIOLA
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, [275]
Plac’d in contempt. Farewell, fair cruelty.

Exit.

OLIVIA
‘What is your parentage?’
‘Above my fortunes, yet my state is well;
I am a gentleman.’ I’ll be sworn thou art:

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit [280]