Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/Twelfe Night/Act 2 Scene 2
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores.
Mal.Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse Oliuia?
VioEuen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since ariu'd but hither.
Mal.She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking of this: receiue it so.
VioShe tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.
Mal.Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stooping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that Exitfindes it.
VioI left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?Fortune forbid my out-side haue not charm'd her:She made good view of me, indeed so much,That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,For she did speake in starts distractedly.She loues me sure, the cunning of her passionInuites me in this churlish messenger:None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;I am the man, if it be so, as tis,Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.How easie is it, for the proper falseIn womens waxen hearts to set their formes:Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,For such as we are made, if such we bee:How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:What will become of this? As I am man,My state is desperate for my maisters loue:As I am woman (now alas the day)What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,It is too hard a knot for me t' vnty.