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 tongue For she did speak in starts distractedly. loves me sure the cunning passion Invites me churlish messenger. None lord’s ring! why he sent none. am man: if it be so as ’tis Poor lady were better love a dream. Disguise see thou art wickedness Wherein pregnant enemy does much. How easy is for proper-false In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas our frailty cause we! such we are of be. will fadge? master dearly And I poor monster fond much on him she mistaken seems dote me. What become this? As man My state desperate master’s love woman–now alas day!– thriftless sighs shall Olivia breathe! O time! must untangle this I It too hard knot untie!