Cel. But didst thou heare without wondering, how thy name should be hang"d and carued vpon these trees?
Ros. I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder, before you came: for looke heere what I found on a Palme tree; I was neuer so berim"d since Pythagoras time that I was an Irish Rat, which I can hardly remember
Cel. Tro you, who hath done this?
Ros. Is it a man?
Cel. And a chaine that you once wore about his neck: change you colour?
Ros. I pre"thee who?
Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou"d with Earthquakes, and so encounter
Ros. Nay, but who is it?
Cel. Is it possible?
Ros. Nay, I pre"thee now, with most pet.i.tionary vehemence, tell me who it is
Cel. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out of all hooping
Ros. Good my complection, dost thou think though I am caparison"d like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South-sea of discouerie. I pre"thee tell me, who is it quickely, and speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou might"st powre this conceal"d man out of thy mouth, as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth"d bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I pre"thee take the Corke out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly
Ros. Is he of G.o.ds making? What manner of man?
Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?
Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard
Ros. Why G.o.d will send more, if the man will bee thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin
Cel. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers heeles, and your heart, both in an instant
Ros. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde brow, and true maid
Cel. I"faith (Coz) tis he
Ros. Orlando?
Cel. Orlando
Ros. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet & hose? What did he when thou saw"st him? What sayde he? How look"d he? Wherein went he? What makes hee heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him againe?
Answer me in one word
Cel. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: "tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer in a Catechisme
Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day he Wrastled?
Cel. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him vnder a tree like a drop"d Acorne
Ros. It may wel be cal"d Ioues tree, when it droppes forth fruite
Cel. Giue me audience, good Madam
Ros. Proceed
Cel. There lay hee stretch"d along like a Wounded knight
Ros. Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground
Cel. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes vnseasonably. He was furnish"d like a Hunter
Ros. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart
Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen, thou bring"st me out of tune
Ros. Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke, I must speake: sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando & Iaques.
Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere?
Ros. "Tis he, slinke by, and note him
Iaq. I thanke you for your company, but good faith I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone
Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake I thanke you too, for your societie
Iaq. G.o.d buy you, let"s meet as little as we can
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers
Iaq. I pray you marre no more trees with Writing Loue-songs in their barkes
Orl. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with reading them ill-fauouredly
Iaq. Rosalinde is your loues name?
Orl. Yes, Iust
Iaq. I do not like her name
Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christen"d
Iaq. What stature is she of?
Orl. Iust as high as my heart
Iaq. You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin acquainted with goldsmiths wiues, & cond the[m] out of rings Orl. Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath, from whence you haue studied your questions
Iaq. You haue a nimble wit; I thinke "twas made of Attalanta"s heeles. Will you sitte downe with me, and wee two, will raile against our Mistris the world, and all our miserie
Orl. I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe against whom I know most faults
Iaq. The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue
Orl. "Tis a fault I will not change, for your best vertue: I am wearie of you
Iaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I found you
Orl. He is drown"d in the brooke, looke but in, and you shall see him