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The Twelfth Night

 

            
             The Twelfth Night is a play about changes and yet the character of Olivia does not seem to change. Olivia is a major character that cannot achieve love. Olivia loves the impossible love, the love that could never work. When Orsino offers Olivia the impossible love, it is impossible because it is superficial love. The events that occur to Olivia were caused by superficial love.
             Olivia is offered superficial love from Orsino. The love is superficial because it is love from afar Orsino does not even know Olivia. Olivia says, .
             "Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him. .
             Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,.
             Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;.
             In voices well divulged, free, learned, and valiant,.
             And in dimension and the shape of nature.
             A gracious person. But yet I cannot love him. .
             He might have took his answer long ago" (1.5.258-264).
             Olivia knows that Orsino loves her but she chooses not to accept that love. Olivia may be scared to love because she has just lost her brother to death. She may fear that his love is not constant but his love for her is a dream. Olivia will not accept love yet she begins to love Viola. .
             Olivia has fallen in love with Cesario but what Olivia does not know is that Cesario is really Viola. Olivia has sworn off love until she meets Viola. The love that Olivia has for Viola is doomed from the beginning for Viola is in love with Orsino. Olivia loves Viola because Viola called her a proud woman, therefore, this love cannot be achieved because it is a dream. Olivia says,.
             "Make me a willow cabin at your gate.
             And call upon my soul within the house;.
             Write loyal cantons of contemned 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!" O, you should not rest.
             Between the elements of the air and earth.
             But you should pity me" (1.5. 269-277).


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