Page 540 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Do give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast: soft! soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth’s perfections

With an invisible and subtle stealth [285]
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!

Enter Malvolio.

MALVOLIO
Here, madam, at your service.

OLIVIA
Run after that same peevish messenger

The County’s man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not; tell him, I’ll none of it. [290]
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

Nor hold him up with hopes: I am not for him.
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I’ll give him reasons for’t. Hie thee, Malvolio.

MALVOLIO
Madam, I will. [295]
Exit.

OLIVIA
I do I know not what, and fear to find

Mine 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.)