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?