Page 1983 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom.
The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand, brings you to the place. [80]
But at this hour the house doth keep itself,

There’s none within.

OLIVER
If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then should I know you by description,
Such garments and such years. ‘The boy is fair, [85]

Of female favour, and bestows himself
Like a ripe sister. The woman low,
And browner than her brother.’ Are not you
The owner of the house I did enquire for?

CELIA
It is no boast, being ask’d, to say we are. [90]

OLIVER
Orlando doth commend him to you both,

And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?

ROSALIND
I am. What must we understand by this?

OLIVER
Some of my shame, if you will know of me [95]

What man I am, and how, and why, and where
This handkerchief was stain’d.

CELIA
I pray you tell it.

OLIVER
When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again