_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. [_Exit_ MALVOLIO. _Vio._ [_Takes up the ring._] I left no ring with her: What means this lady? Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd 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. What will become of this? As I am man, 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 entangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [_Exit._ ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. _A Sea-port._ _Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ ANTONIO. _Ant._ Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not, that I go with you? _Seb._ By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. _Ant._ Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. _Seb._ O, good Antonio, pardon me your trouble. _Ant._ Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. _Seb._ No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy.--But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself.--You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of: He left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! But you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned. _Ant._ Alas, the day!