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.
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?
Orlando. With all my heart, good youth.
Francis, Lord Bacon, gave us much wise writing, and, incidentally much of the wit of wisdom, but we look to him in vain for laughable humor.
A few epigrammatic selections from his essays are given.
All colours will agree in the dark.