In Olivia's house, Viola asks for a private word.

VIOLA: Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty, I pray you tell me if this be the lady of the house.
OLIVIA: If I do not usurp myself, I am.
VIOLA: Good madam, let me see your face.
OLIVIA: Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face?
VIOLA: I am no fee'd post, lady. Keep your purse. My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
OLIVIA: What is your parentage?
VIOLA: Above my fortunes, yet my state is well. I am a gentleman.
OLIVIA: Get you to your lord. I cannot love him. Let him send no more.
VIOLA: Farewell, fair cruelty.
