Reading Twelfe Night, or What You Will — William Shakespeare

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Vio.

Make me a willow Cabine at your gate,

And call vpon my soule within the house,

Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue,

And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night:

Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles,

And make the babling Gossip of the aire,

Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest

Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth,

But you should pittie me.

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