Page 1957 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Yes, one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me his love, his mistress;
and I set him every day to woo me. At which time would I, being but a
moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing and [390] liking,
proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for

every passion something and for no passion truly anything, as boys and
women are for the most part cattle of this colour; would now like him, now
loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; [395] now weep for him,
then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love to a

living humour of madness, which was, to forswear the full stream of the world
and to live in a nook merely monastic. And thus I cured him, and this way will
I take upon me to wash your [400] liver as clean as a sound sheep’s heart,
that there shall not be one spot of love in’t.

ORLANDO
I would not be cured, youth.

ROSALIND
I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind and come every day to
my cote and woo me. [405]

ORLANDO
Now by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.

ROSALIND
Go with me to it, and I’ll show it you; and by the way, you shall tell me where
in the forest you live. Will you go? [410]

ORLANDO

With all my heart, good youth.

ROSALIND

Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come sister, will you go?
Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Enter Touchstone, Audrey and Jaques (behind).