Viola. In Orsino's bosom. Oliv. In his bosom, in what chapter of his bosom ? Viola. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Oliv. Oh, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say? Viola. Good madam, let me see your face. Oliv. Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face: you are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one wear I. [Unveiling. If you will lead these graces to the grave, Oliv. Oh, sir, I will not be so hard hearted: 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: Oh, such love Could be but recompens'd, tho' you were crown'd The non-pareil of beauty! Oliv. How does he love me? Viola. With adorations, with fertile tears: With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Oliv. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him: He might have took his answer long ago. 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. Oliv. Why, what would you? Viola. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, |