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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 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.
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
it his that finds it.
[Exit]
VIOLA
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I left | no ring | with her:| what means | this
la||dy?
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For|tune forbid | my out|side have | not^charmed
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She / made good | view of me,| indeed | so much,
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That | methought | her eyes | had lost | her
tongue, ??
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For she | did speak | in starts | distract|edly.
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She loves | me sure,| the cun|ning of | her
pas||sion
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Invites | me in | this churl|ish mes|senger:
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None of my | lord's ring? Why | he sent | her
none;
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I am | the man,| if it | be so,| as 'tis,
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Poor la/dy, she | were bet|ter love | a
dream:
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Disguise,| I see | thou art | a wick|edness,
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Wherein | the preg|nant en|emy | does much.
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How ea|sy is | it, for | the prop|er false
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In wom|en's wax|en hearts | to set | their forms:
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Alas,| O frail|ty is | the cause,| not we,
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For such | as we | are made,| if such | we be:
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How will this | fadge? My | master | loves her |
dearly,
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And I (poor monst|er) fond | as much | on him:
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And she |(mistak|en) seems | to dote | on me:
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What will | become | of this?| As I | am man,
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My state | is despe|rate for | my mast|er's love:
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As I | am wom|an (now | alas | the day)
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What thrift|less sighs | shall poor | Oliv|ia
breathe?
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O time,| thou must | untan|gle this,| not I,
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It is | too hard | a knot | for me | to untie.
[Exeunt]