Page 592 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I will meditate the while upon some horrid [190] message for a challenge.
(Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.)

OLIVIA
I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary out:
There’s something in me that reproves my fault:

But such a headstrong potent fault it is, [195]
That it but mocks reproof.

VIOLA
With the same ’haviour that your passion bears
Goes on my master’s griefs.

OLIVIA

Here, wear this jewel for me, ’tis my picture:
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: [200]
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honour sav’d may upon asking give?

VIOLA
Nothing but this, your true love for my master.

OLIVIA
How with mine honour may I give him that [205]
Which I have given to you?

VIOLA
I will acquit you.

OLIVIA
Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well;

A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
(Exit.)

Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.