It seems to me that the Duke doesn't seem pleased with my rejection. Well, I've understood this by now, but I can't love him! I've fallen in love with that attendant, Cesario. He has wooed me with his noble words and praises. I am attracted too far. I hope Cesario won't follow the commands of the duke directly and behead me of any chance to reveal my true love.
Although the Duke speaks in some what truth, there is a contrast. Women can be unfirm like men. As for me, days past, I was thoroughly mourning the death of my late brother. Now, like a quick fool, I've changed. I now feel for a man whom I've met just past!
I can understand the way of the Duke's love but I feel more for Cesario. The way he spoke to me about his probable love and now his words in contradiction of Orsino. Ah! He speaks with such passion and wisdom that one begins to feel he feels the same way, the Duke does, to his love. The Duke speaks in part true. With the delicacy of women, how could our fickle minds feel the love he feels for me? I wonder if I'd ever be able to love Cesario this way.
Yes, the attendant comes! I can again talk to the noble fellow. With his knowledge on love and his sense in his father's daughter's love, I'm sure he'll feel for me and accept my heartfelt request.