And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal [cantons] of contemned 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!' O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
Oli. [You] might do much.
What is your parentage?