Twelfth Night: Or What You Will1996

Malvolio:
Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

Cesario:
Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

Malvolio:
She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him. Receive it so.

Cesario:
She took the ring of me? I'll none of it.

Malvolio:
Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.