&wlquo;Jaq.

&wlquo;I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as lief have been my self alone.&wrquo;

&wlquo;Orla.

&wlquo;And so had I; but yet for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society.&wrquo;

&wlquo;Jaq.

&wlquo;God b'w' you, let's meet as little as we can.&wrquo;

&wlquo;Orla.

&wlquo;I do desire we may be better strangers.&wrquo;

&wlquo;Jaq.

&wlquo;I pray you, marr no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks.&wrquo;

Orla.

I pray you, marr no more of my Verses with &wlquo;reading them ill-favouredly.&wrquo;

Jaq.

Rosalind, is your love's name?

Orla.

Yes, just.

Jaq.

I do not like her name.

Orla.

There was no thought of pleasing you, when she was christen'd.

Jaq.

What stature is she of?

Orla.

Just as high as my heart.

Jaq.

You are full of pretty answers; have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

Orla.

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but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions.

Jaq.

You have a nimble wit; I think, it was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me, and we two will rail against our mistress, the world, and all our misery.

Orla.

I will chide no breather in the world but my self, against whom I know most faults.

Jaq.

The worst fault you have, is to be in love.

Orla.

'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue; I am weary of you.

Jaq.

By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when I found you.

Orla.

He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see him.

Jaq.

There I shall see mine own figure.

Orla.

Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher.

Jaq.

I'll stay no longer with you; farewel, good Signior love!