VIOLA With the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master's grief.
OLIVIA Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?
VIOLA Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
OLIVIA How with mine honour may I give him that
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]
[Re-enter SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN]
SIR TOBY BELCH Gentleman, God save thee.
VIOLA And you, sir.
SIR TOBY BELCH That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what
nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:
dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for
thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.
VIOLA You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from
any image of offence done to any man.
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