Enter Olivia and Viola.
FABIAN.
Here he comes with your niece; give them way till he take leave, and presently after him.
SIR TOBY.
I will meditate the while upon some horrid 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 on’t:
There’s something in me that reproves my fault:
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
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.
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
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
Which I have given to you?
VIOLA.
I will acquit you.