Abridged Twelfth Night/#5/Love/Act 1, Scene 5.2

Olivia and Cesario begin a conversation and Olivia is
eager to get on with it and beyond it.
Olivia says “What have you been asked to say?”  Cesario says “It alone concerns your
ear.  I hold the olive branch in my hand.
My words are full of peace.”  Olivia is
intrigued, saying “Give us the place alone.
We will hear this divinity.”  Maria
and attendants exit.  Olivia asks “Where
lies your text?”  Cesario says “In
Orsino’s bosom.”  Olivia asks “In
Orsino’s bosom.  Have you no more to
say?”  Cesario says “Good madam, let me
see your face.”  Olivia removes her veil
and says “Is ‘t not well done?”  Cesario
says “Excellently done, if God did all.”
Olivia famously says “Sir, ‘twill endure wind and weather.”  Cesario says “Lady, you are the cruel’st she
alive if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no
copy.”  Olivia asks “Were you sent hither
to praise me?”  Cesario says “You are too
proud.  My lord loves you.”  Olivia asks “How does he love me?”  Cesario says “With fertile tears, groans that
thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
Olivia says “Your lord does know my mind.  I cannot love him. He might have taken his
answer long ago.”  Cesario says “If I did
love you in my master’s flame, I would write loyal ballads of disdained love, and
sing them loud even in the dead of night; cry out Olivia.”  Olivia says “You might do much.  What is your parentage?”  Cesario says “I am a gentleman.”  Olivia says “Get you to your lord.  I cannot love him. Let him send no more —
unless you come to me again to tell me how he takes it.”  She offers money.  Cesario says “Keep your purse. Farewell, fair
cruelty.”  Cesario exits.  Olivia has fallen hard for Cesario.  She says “I feel this youth’s perfections
with an invisible and subtle stealth do creep in at mine eyes. What ho,
Malvolio.”  Malvolio enters.  Olivia tells him to “Run after that same
peevish messenger, the count’s servant.
He left this ring behind him.
Tell him I’ll none of it.”  She
hands him a ring.  She says to Malvolio
“If that the youth will come this way tomorrow, I’ll give him reasons for
‘t.  Hurry, Malvolio.”  Malvolio says “Madam, I will.”

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