If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured ...

That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Nor I.

To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

And so am I for Rosalind.

And I for Rosalind.

And I for Rosalind.

Speakest thou in sober meanings?

I can live no longer by thinking.

They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the
duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it
is to look into happiness through another man's
eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at
the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall ...

Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

It is my arm.

You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow:
thither will I invite the duke and all's contented
followers. Go you and prepare Aliena; for look
you, here comes my Rosalind.

Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you
should like her? that but seeing you should love
her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should
grant? and will you persever to enjoy her?

With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
Rosalind: so adieu.

Ay, sweet Rosalind.

I must attend the duke at dinner: by two o'clock I
will be with thee again.

For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say
'Wit, whither wilt?'

O, but she is wise.

But will my Rosalind do so?

For ever and a day.

So do all thoughts; they are winged.

I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Why now; as fast as she can marry us.

I will.

Pray thee, marry us.

I hope so.

What sayest thou?

And wilt thou have me?

Then love me, Rosalind.

I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind,
for, I protest, her frown might kill me.

Then in mine own person I die.

I take some joy to say you are, because I would be
talking of her.

What, of my suit?

Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?

How if the kiss be denied?

I would kiss before I spoke.

Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.

What's that?

Of a snail?

Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.

Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!

With all my heart, good youth.