Viola Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

female · romantic · 1:03 min

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?) 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; Hallow 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. (OLIVIA: You might do much. What is your parentage?) Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.

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