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Twelfth Night: Act 2, Scene 2

Twelfth Night
Act 2, Scene 2

Illyria. A street.

  1. Enter Viola and Malvolio at several doors.

Malvolio

2
  1. Were you not ev’n now with the Countess Olivia?

Viola

3 - 4
  1. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arriv’d but
  2. hither.

Malvolio

5 - 10
  1. She returns this ring to you, sir. You might have sav’d me
  2. my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover,
  3. that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she
  4. will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never so
  5. hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
  6. your lord’s taking of this. Receive it so.

Viola

11
  1. She took the ring of me, I’ll none of it.

Malvolio

12 - 14
  1. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is,
  2. it should be so return’d. If it be worth stooping for, there
  3. it lies, in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
  1. Exit.

Viola

16 - 40
  1. I left no ring with her. What means this lady?
  2. Fortune forbid my outside have not charm’d her!
  3. She made good view of me; indeed so much
  4. That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
  5. For she did speak in starts distractedly.
  6. She loves me sure, the cunning of her passion
  7. Invites me in this churlish messenger.
  8. None of my lord’s ring? Why, he sent her none.
  9. I am the man! If it be so, as ’tis,
  10. Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
  11. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness
  12. Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
  13. How easy is it for the proper-false
  14. In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!
  15. Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we,
  16. For such as we are made of, such we be.
  17. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly,
  18. And I (poor monster) fond as much on him;
  19. And she (mistaken) seems to dote on me.
  20. What will become of this? As I am man,
  21. My state is desperate for my master’s love;
  22. As I am woman (now alas the day!),
  23. What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
  24. O time, thou must untangle this, not I,
  25. It is too hard a knot for me t’ untie.
  1. Exit.
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