Were not you ev’n now, with the Countess
Olivia?
Even now sir, on a moderate pace, I have since
arriv’d but hither.
She returns this Ring to you sir, you might
have saved me my pains, to have taken it away
your self. 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 his
taking of this: receive it so.
She took the Ring of me, I’ll none of it.
Come sir, you peevishly threw it to her: and
her will is, it should be so return’d: If
it be worth stooping for, there it lies, in
your eye: if not, be it his that finds it.
