Page 1950 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

CELIA

There lay he stretched along like a wounded knight.

ROSALIND
Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well [235] becomes the ground.

CELIA
Cry holla to the tongue, I prithee; it curvets unseasonably. He was furnished
like a hunter.

ROSALIND
O ominous! he comes to kill my heart!

CELIA

I would sing my song without a burden. Thou [240] bringest me out of tune.

ROSALIND

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

CELIA
You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here?

Enter Orlando and Jaques.

ROSALIND
’Tis he. Slink by and note him. [245]

JAQUES
I thank you for your company, but good faith, I had as lief have been myself
alone.

ORLANDO

And so had I: but yet for fashion sake I thank you too, for your society.

JAQUES

God buy you: let’s meet as little as we can. [250]