Page 1948 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

ROSALIND

Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is. [185]

CELIA
O wonderful, wonderful! And most wonderful wonderful! And yet again
wonderful! And after that out of all whooping.

ROSALIND
Good my complexion! Dost thou think though I am caparisoned like a man I

have a doublet and hose in [190] my disposition? One inch of delay more is a
South Sea of discovery. I prithee tell me who is it quickly, and speak apace. I
would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man out
of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle; either too
[195] much at once or none at all. I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth,

that I may drink thy tidings.

CELIA
So you may put a man in your belly.

ROSALIND
Is he of God’s making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat? Or his
chin worth a beard? [200]

CELIA
Nay, he hath but a little beard.

ROSALIND

Why God will send more, if the man will be thankful. Let me stay the growth
of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

CELIA
It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler’s [205] heels and your heart,
both in an instant.

ROSALIND
Nay, but the devil take mocking. Speak sad brow and true maid.