A Street. |
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Enter VIOLA; MALVOLIO following. |
Mal. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia? |
Vio. Even now, sir: on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither. |
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him. And one thing more; that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. |
Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. |
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Exit. |
Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? |
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! |
She made good view of me; indeed, so much, |
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, |
For she did speak in starts distractedly. |
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion |
Invites me in this churlish messenger. |
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. |
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, |
Poor lady, she were better love a dream. |
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, |
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. |
How easy is it for the proper-false |
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! |
Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we! |
For such as we are made of, such we be. |
How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly; |
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; |
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. |
What will become of this? As I am man, |
My state is desperate for my master's love; |
As I am woman,—now alas the day!— |
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! |
O time! thou must untangle this, not I; |
It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [Exit. |
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