I must dismiss Orlando with a part of his tilt of wit with Jaques, as that very well illustrates the composition of the man:
"Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
Orlan. And so had I; but yet, for fashion's sake, I thank you too for your society.
Jaq. God b' wi' you: let's meet as little as we can.
Orlan. I do desire we may be better strangers.
Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks.
Orlan. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favouredly.
Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?
Orlan. Yes, just.
Jaq. I do not like her name.