And you, fair sister.

Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the
poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden
wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me,
I love Aliena; say with her that she loves me;
consent with both that we may enjoy each other: it
shall be to your ...

That will I, for I must bear answer back
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.

This was not counterfeit: there is too great
testimony in your complexion that it was a passion
of earnest.

Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a
man's heart.

Look, he recovers.

Many will swoon when they do look on blood.

By and by.
When from the first to last betwixt us two
Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed,
As how I came into that desert place:--
In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
Committing me unto my brother's love ...

'Twas I; but 'tis not I I do not shame
To tell you what I was, since my conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Twice did he turn his back and purposed so;
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made him give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling
From miserable slumber I awaked.

And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural.

When last the young Orlando parted from you
He left a promise to return again
Within an hour, and pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside,
And mark what object did present itself:
Under an oak, whose ...

Some of my shame; if you will know of me
What man I am, and how, and why, and where
This handkercher was stain'd.

Orlando doth commend him to you both,
And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?

If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then should I know you by description;
Such garments and such years: 'The boy is fair,
Of female favour, and bestows himself
Like a ripe sister: the woman low
And browner than her brother.' Are not you
The owner of the ...

Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenced about with olive trees?

O that your highness knew my heart in this!
I never loved my brother in my life.

Farewell, good Charles.
Exit CHARLES
Now will I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see
an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why,
hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never
schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of
all sorts enchantingly ...

Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which
thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had
myself notice of my brother's purpose herein and
have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from
it, but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles:
it is ...

What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?

Where will the old duke live?

Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be
banished with her father?

Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the
new court?

Call him in.
Exit DENNIS
'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.

Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?

Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will
physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand
crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!

Get you with him, you old dog.

And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent?
Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled
with you; you shall have some part of your will: I
pray you, leave me.

Let me go, I say.

Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

What, boy!

Know you before whom, sir?

Know you where your are, sir?

Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.

What mar you then, sir?

Now, sir! what make you here?