 | Andreas Höfele, Werner von Koppenfels - 2005 - 312 pages
...Echo,2 thus giving an extraordinarily effective performance which creates immediate amazement in Olivia: Make me a willow cabin at your gate And call upon...love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!'... | |
 | G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 214 pages
...In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it. OLIVIA: Why, what would you? VIOLA: Make me a willow cabin at your gate And call upon...love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Hallo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!'... | |
 | Luke Bell - 2006 - 180 pages
...beloved. In Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, Viola is asked what she would do if she loved, and she responds: Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon...love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night." We monks call upon our soul and sing loud to our loving God even in the dead of night. Even if there... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, William Shakespeare, Abigail Frost - 2004 - 164 pages
...to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Act i Scv •<•&£ , How Viola would woo a lover Make me a willow cabin at your gate , And call upon...love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Ciy out 'Olivia!'... | |
 | Penny Gay - 2008
...when asked by the intrigued Countess what 'he' would do if he were in love, Viola as Cesario replies: Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon...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!'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - 221 pages
...live as freely as thy lord, To call his fortunes thine. Act I Scene V Viola Expresses Love to Olivia Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon...love And sing them loud even in the dead of night. Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out "Olivia!... | |
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Halloo 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 ! OLI. 
