Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen, thou
bring'st me out of tune
Ros. Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,
I must speake: sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando & Iaques.
Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere?
Ros. 'Tis he, slinke by, and note him
Iaq. I thanke you for your company, but good faith
I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone
Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake
I thanke you too, for your societie
Iaq. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers
Iaq. I pray you marre no more trees with Writing
Loue-songs in their barkes
Orl. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with reading
them ill-fauouredly
Iaq. Rosalinde is your loues name?
Orl. Yes, Iust