Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

Act 2 - Scene 2

A street.

Malvolio : Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

Viola : Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since [p]arrived but hither.

Malvolio : She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have [p]saved me my
pains, to have taken it away yourself. [p]She adds, moreover, that you
should put your lord [p]into a desperate assurance she will none of
him: [p]and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to [p]come
again in his affairs, unless it be to report [p]your lord's taking of
this. Receive it so.

Viola : She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

Malvolio : Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her [p]will is, it
should be so returned: if it be worth [p]stooping for, there it lies
in your eye; if not, be [p]it his that finds it.

Viola : I left no ring with her: what means this lady? [p]Fortune forbid my
outside have not charm'd her! [p]She made good view of me; indeed, so
much, [p]That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, [p]For she
did speak in starts distractedly. [p]She loves me, sure; the cunning
of her passion [p]Invites me in this churlish messenger. [p]None of my
lord's ring! why, he sent her none. [p]I am the man: if it be so, as
'tis, [p]Poor lady, she were better love a dream. [p]Disguise, I see,
thou art a wickedness, [p]Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. [p]How
easy is it for the proper-false [p]In women's waxen hearts to set
their forms! [p]Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! [p]For such as
we are made of, such we be. [p]How will this fadge? my master loves
her dearly; [p]And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; [p]And she,
mistaken, seems to dote on me. [p]What will become of this? As I am
man, [p]My state is desperate for my master's love; [p]As I am
woman,--now alas the day!-- [p]What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia
breathe! [p]O time! thou must untangle this, not I; [p]It is too hard
a knot for me to untie!

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