Which of these lines from Act I, scene V, of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night is a plea to Olivia to come out of mourning, get married, and have children?
VIOLA:
['Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:]
[Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.]
…
[I see you what you are: you are too proud;
But, if you were the devil, you are fair.]
My lord and master love you. O, such love
[Could be but recompensed though you were crown'd
The nonpareil of beauty!]