other's death,--
"One of the prettiest touches of all, was, when at the
relation of the queen's death, with the manner how she came
by it, how attentiveness wounded her daughter: till from one
sign of dolor to another, she did, with an _alas_! I would
fain say, bleed tears:"--
her deportment too as she stands gazing on the statue of Hermione, fixed
in wonder, admiration and sorrow, as if she too were marble--
O royal piece!
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
From thy admiring daughter ta'en the spirits,
Standing like stone beside thee!
are touches of character conveyed indirectly, and which serve to give a
more finished effect to this beautiful picture.
VIOLA.
As the innate dignity of Perdita pierces through her rustic disguise, so
the exquisite refinement of Viola triumphs over her masculine attire.
Viola is, perhaps, in a degree less elevated and ideal than Perdita, but
with a touch of sentiment more profound and heart-stirring; she is
"deep-learned in the lore of love,"--at least theoretically,--and speaks
as masterly on the subject as Perdita does of flowers.
DUKE.
How dost thou like this tune?
VIOLA.
It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is thron'd.
And again,
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.
OLIVIA.
Why, what would you do?
VIOLA.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons[35] of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make 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.
The situation and the character of Viola have been censured for their
want of consistency and probability; it is therefore worth while to
examine how far this criticism is true. As for her situation in the
drama, (of which she is properly the heroine,) it is shortly this. She
is shipwrecked on the coast of Illyria: she is alone and without
protection in a strange count
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