Car., Ast., Ber. Signor Friscobaldo.
Hip. Friscobaldo, oh! pray call him, and leave me, we two have business.
Car. Ho Signor! Signor Friscobaldo! The Lord Hippolito. [Exeunt all but Hippolito and Friscobaldo.
Orl. My noble lord: my Lord Hippolito! the duke’s son! his brave daughter’s brave husband! how does your honoured lordship! does your nobility remember so poor a gentleman as Signor Orlando Friscobaldo! old mad Orlando!
Hip. Oh, sir, our friends! they ought to be unto us as our jewels, as dearly valued, being locked up, and unseen, as when we wear them in our hands. I see, Friscobaldo, age hath not command of your blood, for all Time’s sickle has gone over you, you are Orlando still.
Orl. Why, my lord, are not the fields mown and cut down, and stripped bare, and yet wear they not pied coats again? Though my head be like a leek, white, may not my heart be like the blade, green?
Hip. Scarce can I read the stories on your brow,
Which age hath writ there; you look youthful still.
Orl. I eat snakes,[236] my lord, I eat snakes.
My heart shall never have a wrinkle in it, so long as I can cry “Hem,” with a clear voice.
Hip. You are the happier man, sir.