Page 1947 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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CELIA

          That’s no matter: the feet might bear the verses.



              ROSALIND
          Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear [165] themselves without the
          verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.



              CELIA
          But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be hanged and

          carved upon these trees?


              ROSALIND

          I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder [170] before you came; for
          look  here  what  I  found  on  a  palm-tree.  I  was  never  so  berhymed  since
          Pythagoras’ time that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.



              CELIA
          Trow you who hath done this?



              ROSALIND
          Is it a man? [175]



              CELIA
          And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. Change you colour?



              ROSALIND

          I prithee who?


              CELIA

          O Lord, Lord! It is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be
          remov’d with earthquakes, [180] and so encounter.



              ROSALIND
          Nay, but who is it?



              CELIA
          Is it possible?
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