I do I know not what; and fear to findMine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: Ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed, must be; and be this so!
[Exit.
SCENE VI
A Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Viola, and Malvolio following.
Mal. Sir, sir, – young gentleman: Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
Vio. Even now, sir.
Mal. 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.
Vio. She took the ring of me! – I'll none of it.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned. – [Throws the ring on the ground.] If it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
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