Twelfth Night Act 2 Scene 3
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- Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare, Act 2, Scene 2.
- Were not you even now with Countless Olivia
- 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.
- She took the ring of me. I'll none of it.
- 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
- I left no ring with her. What means this lady? fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her! She made good view of me, indeed so much that sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue, 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, 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! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, for such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge? My mater loves her dearly, and I, poor monster, fond as much on him, what will become of this?
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