Mal. ^note

Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

Vio.

Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

Mal.

She returns this ring to you, sir: ^note 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 ^note.

Vio.

She took the ring of me: I'll ^note none of it.

Mal.

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.

Vio.
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not ^note charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That ^note methought her ^note eyes had lost ^note 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. ^note
I am the ^note man: if it be so, as 'tis, ^note
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 ^note
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ^note!
Alas, our ^note frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such ^note we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;

And I, poor monster ^note, fond as much on him;
And ^note she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man ^note,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie ^note! [Exit.

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