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you have not − but I pardon you for that, for simply your having in beard is a
younger brother’s revenue. Then [360] your hose should be ungartered, your
bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything
about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you

are rather point-device in your accoutrements, as loving yourself than
seeming the lover [365] of any other.

ORLANDO
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

ROSALIND
Me believe it! You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I
warrant she is apter to do [370] than to confess she does. That is one of the

points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But in good
sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so
admired?

ORLANDO
I swear to thee youth, by the white hand of [375] Rosalind, I am that he, that
unfortunate he.

ROSALIND
But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?

ORLANDO
Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. [380]

ROSALIND
Love is merely a madness, and I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and
a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punished and
cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. Yet I

profess curing it by counsel. [385]

ORLANDO
Did you ever cure any so?

ROSALIND