TPTT Twelfth Night, or What You Will: ACT II
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
SCENE I. The sea-coast.
SCENE II. A street.
SCENE III. OLIVIA's house.
SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace.
SCENE V. OLIVIA's garden.
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE II. A street.
Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following
MALVOLIO
      Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
VIOLA
      Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
      arrived but hither.
MALVOLIO
      She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
5     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
10    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
      will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
      stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
15    it his that finds it.
Exit
VIOLA
      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,
20    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,
25    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!
30    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.
35    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;
40    It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
Exit
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