657Mal. Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse O-

658liuia?

659Vio. Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since a-

660riu'd but hither.

661Mal. She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might

662haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your

663selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord

664into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one

665thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe

666in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking

667of this: receiue it so.

668Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.

669Mal. Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and

670her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stoo-

671ping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that

672findes it. Exit.

673Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?

674Fortune forbid my out-side haue not charm'd her:

675She made good view of me, indeed so much,

676That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,

677For she did speake in starts distractedly.

678She loues me sure, the cunning of her passion

679Inuites me in this churlish messenger:

680None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;

681I am the man, if it be so, as tis,

682Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:

683Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,

684Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.

685How easie is it, for the proper false

686In womens waxen hearts to set their formes:

687Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,

688For such as we are made, if such we bee:

689How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,

690And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:

691And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:

692What will become of this? As I am man,

693My state is desperate for my maisters loue:

694As I am woman (now alas the day)

695What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?

696O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,

697It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty.